Days ago, I
had a completely different impression of that damned expression.
And, now… Same
designation, altered notion.
There is anxiety in rebooting a friendship.
A long
distance one, at that.
The fear of
buggering it up.
Countered by
the relief that I’m not fully insane..
(I really
did wonder if I was slipping.)
It’s been
years, now.
And time has
been squandered.
But, let’s just
see what we can come up with in these last fifty days.
No pressure, no plots, no plans...
But, never
say, “We’ll talk later,” again.
History has revealed
us to be daft idiots.
And those blunders, I don't wish to repeat.