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By CordovaGirl Date: 2003 Jul 21 Comment on this Work [[2003.07.21.22.05.28053]] |
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For every few meaningless hours Spent fixating on random dramas and endless situations that will somehow never get solved, I take two minutes out of every complicated afternoon, sit down with my cup of Folgers, or second cup, and reread every last line of the email I just sent fifteen hours before, and check to see if it's really what I meant to say, or if I'm missing another major issue currently complicating my already complicated life, that somehow for some reason, I need to tell him about, so that he knows everything going on with me, and it somehow makes me feel like I have someone who enjoys my complications, and cares, but mostly, when I check to see if it's been read, and usually it has, I reread the lines and wonder if he's thinking about my complications, and somehow wants to fix them for me, or maybe he's not writing back because he has too many of his own complications to deal with, and doesn't have time, which I understand, but mostly, I wonder if maybe I'm somehow missing the complicated neglected issue of us being together, and maybe I should mention it, because somehow maybe he wants that complication in his life, just as much as I want it in mine, and maybe with him knowing we have the same complication, writing back somehow might not seem so complicated after all. |