There was something distinctly different about this Tuesday. Maybe it was the way the light seeped in through the kitchen blinds. Maybe it was the way the car felt when I left work, the heat stinging my nose until I felt it in my eyes. I thought about you a lot today. I thought about how you were doing, if you were happy, tired, confused, content. I thought about how worried everyone is. I thought about how worried I was then I realized that you don't need another ounce of those worried thoughts. I realized that you needed more positive optimistic thoughts, so I changed.
There was something so familiar about this Tuesday. Maybe it was the way you said "good morning". Or maybe it was how you told me you care. The way the tires felt on the ground and the permanent sound that they produced. I thought about you a lot this morning, I wondered if you stayed up later than I did. I thought about if you wondered the same, then I realized that somehow I already knew the answer to my questions, my confusion. I realized that you might not need what I have to give, so I changed.
There was something about today, something, something.
3 comments:
I love what you did here. You made me sad and hopeful and worried and restful all in the same post.
wow Tony, I'm really impressed with the poetry in your words.
Thanks guys, Ive been trying to find patterns in my writing and try to expand on the idea of what is the same and how it can be different.
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