my brain keeps going i guess...
some thoughts/lines in my mind for future pondering:
- every sunday i call you to talk. you always talk about your ailments. i am tired of hearing about them. but i love you. so i keep calling.
(where this is going i know not--not even about me) - writing into the darkness can be a scary thing..you find out things you never knew were issues for you--or ones you thought you had dealt with
- i miss your little eye kisses where your cold little nose would slowly, deliberately, softly tap around my eyes. and i miss your nudges. and your musky little smell.
