Same old story
There isn't any meaningfullness in any of this. It's all just time passing. If I'm ever asked to explain myself I'll just say I miss you. That's all I've ever done and it's the only thing that opens the night into daylight as the hours pass into years and centuries approach and drift by, slowly relaxing into the horizon of my life gone by, until it's us again, and we can laugh at all this and hold hands. Sydnee stood up today and I clapped for her and she got embarassed by all the attention and Kahlil tried to steal gum out of my purse and he pouted while he sat punished on his bed and I sat on the couch pretending not to feel guilty for making him feel alone in his room, even though he deserved it, and all the while, life cheese cloth to sift through all of it, I missed you.