February 21, 2009
I donít know. Exhale. Pause. I donít know. Pause. Smile. I donít know exhale pause I donít know pause smile. I just had the strangest feeling of dťjŗ vu Ė thatís because weíve done this before. More than once. My boots sound on every step. I stop and turn around to tell you something meaningful Ė worthwhile. I hesitate and turn, walking down again. I stop by the door and draw the lock, turning around once more. Itís futile; Iím rooted to the floor. Then across the threshold, out into the morning sun, I leave you biting the inside of my cheek.