sometimes. late sunday night phonecalls with good friends in the dark are just what they are.
“A.T.N.O.L, remember that rule of your youth?”, she said.
wow that was years ago when i was so much younger. so much more unsure.
“A.T.N.O.L. off they run, like uncle geoffrey said that one time and you giggled at that, probably because it was so true”.
“a self-fulfilling prophecy, almost. you always think you’re unworthy and give up”
“but if you were giving up now, we’d know. and you haven’t”
“why is this one different?”
so i asked myself
“why is this different?”
and then i knew
my hands shook like the old lady i’ll one day probably become.
so i write the name upon my hand and i think about the things that i may one day find.
and i don’t want to find any of them if they mean i can’t call you up and share them with you.