Thursday [The Antipodean Kiss]

a song played through my headphones today.

i thought of you and smiled.

sometimes the things you don't expect are the ones that come out best.

i still worry, its true.

parts of me still run and hide and ignore reason.

but sometimes, just the thought of your hand on my shoulder is enough.

there is something about the future i am shaping that seems huge and irreplaceable.

something lovely.

precious.

delicate.

perfect.

messy and covered in paint and full of creativity.

chaotic and delightful.

life, right now, could not be more.

although, there is a face i am looking for.

an almost stranger.

a brief encounter seven years ago.

and suddenly, just the other day, a passing by on the street.

too sleepy to notice until it was too late.

oh, i do wonder what has become of you.

not even occasionally.

definitely often.

maybe one day we will meet

and have coffee

and talk like old friends

and joke about awkwardness

and be happy.

i need you to know this won't be broken, and all that we said will not be lost into the dawn
and you would be the last thing i saw coming, i'm still surprised