it had been a year and a half since i saw you.
i thought i was ready. i didn’t have time to be nervous, didn’t have time to agonize, or fantasize, or consider the possibilities. there was just days and hours of rushing and things and business and people and life and then, suddenly, there you were.
i have come a very long way.
but.
when you walked on that stage, and i heard your voice for the first time, and i saw your hands curl over the guitar strings, your hair still flopping in your eyes, your ears sticking out, your curling smile, there was a part of me that i thought had been finally laid to rest who awoke, and could only say one thing, one word echoing over and over, screaming inside my head.
mine. mine. mine.
but you are not. not anymore.
