Last Week I Was Just Someone Who

You Must Always Look With Both Of Your Eyes And Listen With Both Of Your Ears. He Says This Is A Very Big World And There Are Many Many Things You Could Miss If You Are Not Careful. There Are Remarkable Things All The Time, Right In Front Of Us, But Our Eyes Have Like The Clouds Over The Sun And Our Lives Are Paler And Poorer If We Do Not See Them For What They Are. If Nobody Speaks Of Remarkable Things, How Can They Be Called Remarkable?

There Are Only These: Sparkling Eyes, Smudged Lipstick, Fading Starlight, The Crunching Of Feet On Gravel, Laughter, And A Slow Walk Home.

She Wonders If You Can Feel Nostalgic For Something Before It's In The Past, She Wonders If Perhaps Her Vocabulary Is Too Small Or If Her Chemical Intake Has Corroded It And The Music Goes Doowoah Doowoah.

He Says When Your Grandmother Died Your Mother Cried Solidly For A Week, Solidly. She Was Crying With Relief He Says, It Was Like As If A Door Had Been Unlocked And She'd Been Let Outside, She Said To Me I'm Safe Now. He Waits, And He Says This Kid, When It's Born, You Mustn't Ever Let It Think It's Anything Other Than A Gift And A Blessing, Do You Hear Me?

All The Emails I Get These Days Start With Sorry But I've Been So Busy, And I Don't Understand How We Can Be So Busy And Then Have Nothing To Say To Each Other.