2002-11-30
1:51 p.m.
i've got my bags, i've got my reservation
whirlwind visits from a dear friend I've had since I was born, so my cheeks still ache from smiling, my skin's still raw from the wind as we moved too quickly along winding country roads. up to the lookoff, out to scott's bay, to mahone bay, to lunenberg, to kentville, to middleton, to margaretsville. revisiting last year's haunts, pointing to my bedroom window. it's nice to know a place still exists for the visiting, and that love doesn't have to be confined by linear time. now, though, I'm holding hands with linear time- on a countdown, 15, 14, 13. it's that crunchy time of year, water freezing and thawing just like hearts (no, sh, I mean it), and soon will be rediscovery and discernment (the way blood moves more quickly around people who move too slowly). I do love you, in painstaking ways, in careful silences. I'll keep shaking it off, and decide again and again that you were never worth the trouble I took, but it still doesn't mean I don't want you to be. spent each dime i could afford
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