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By galadrial Date: 2003 Jul 21 Comment on this Work [[2003.07.21.19.53.14912]] |
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I have gotten fancier invites, calligraphy on vellum, wax sealed to perfection that offered merely a night, perhaps two of stullifying diversion. But this was less than a dozen words, all told. ending in a question, as casual as could be. and you know me now well enough to know how far afield I will range to avoid foolish, how deeply I fear dumb, how succinct my desire to avoid stupid. And I know that no matter how I tried for casual, I came off like a gushing girl child. And all the while as I tiptoed though the human mine field of your being, i did not say what i was thinking, that you seemed somehow familiar, better known than I could credit, and i depended on the plainer words, not the poetry for my cues. Near to a year gone by, and I could never explain how you became who you are, or how it was that I became a safe place for you to rest in between bouts, I only know that it all began with plainer words than some might credit, and something that glimmered in pale recognition against the silent of a soul's night. I cannot say you became dear, because somehow, you always were. And with you the challenge is not to say the pretty thing, but the plainer words you've come to expect from a voice you knew long before you knew the voice I now call my own. |