Xmas 82

Little me with my smurf pez dispenser.

I like to think that somewhere out there, on a planet exactly like ours, two people exactly like you and me made totally different choices and that, somewhere, we're still together.

That's enough for me.

I want to write every thought in my head about you.

Hello,
I have been meaning to write, I always mean to write.
But, the days, they get in the way.
And the nights get in the way too.
My bones say "sleep, please sleep".
I was going to write something about pink evenings
and apologies but it went clean out of my head….
like i love you
like a dog dreaming
like a tree in a house
like the time i saw owls....
I don't know what I am meaning..
I'm far more tired than
I can explain, but I had to write,
I had to keep this thought.

Maybe

there is always more than one way.
maybe you will move, maybe you will stay still.
maybe you will turn, and maybe you will turn around.