You can't, once it's
done, (or, when it's only
just done) reminisce
together. Me course,
that's what i'd most
like: is to go through the
pages and sigh and
wince and celebrate
perhaps the few
beautiful passages. But
you never liked
nostalgia or anything
tinged with sadness.
And, of course, I find
comfort in it when the
present is
uncomfortable... So,
here I am and it's okay
to be alone with there
thoughts, even if it
means missing you.
...'cause I wish you well,
too, and I can believe
it's true.
