Rarely

I listen to you playing piano and am immediately transported to the year when you toured Russia and made that movie. You angrily responded to my comments. That put even more distance between us. When the music is playing all that space and time disappear.

You know, you're playing that part now – the one I suggested you play – of a slightly deranged genius and it suits you well.

Which brings me here now, although it doesn't stop me from being there, too. And it doesn't matter. All that time is like water over the falls. Falling because it has to and making everything clean and beautiful with its mist.

10 Years After

You thought I'd never get over you. Yet you see I've nearly forgotten you.

Today I recycled the lesser lovely greeting cards and the wretched letter of complaint detailing your faults and my anger. I've always been surprised by that letter because as time goes on your virtues grow and your faults disappear. Thus the way of loss and languishing. In another ten years you will be a dream in full and I will remember none of your disadvantages. Well, perhaps one or two of the more choice memorable ones.

However, I do not languish today. Today i rejoice and look forward to the future. I finished another crochet hat and I'm proudly wearing it right this minute. Ha!

Why do I like things that make me forget to breathe? And why can't I delete old music videos that I never watch?