The house phone’s ringing…

Answer it, quick.

2:38 was the last thing the window showed to me.
Two hours and thirty-eight minutes of one half a sec’.
She does that to me all the time. Makes my time go by in a wink and a blink and a nod.
Then she’s gone. Again. I wanna run so fast to catch up…but there’s no catching her.

She leaves me so she can carry on with her stuff. Her life and needs and wants and lists and weeds and mulch.
The stuff that matters the most to life itself.
God, I love that about her.

She carries on and carries everything on her own. Without me.
Cover your eyes and squish up your face when you read that I RELY on HER.
No really.
I do.
I rely on her strength that betrays her stature and her wisdom that disguises itself in her youth.
Her sense and joy and laughter fill me up with the substance of living this life.

I love her laugh.
I love it when I get to be the cause of it.
It makes me happy. So happy that I could skip down the street.
(I often skip at work just to prove to my staff that one cannot be sad or mean while skipping. Yes, I am an idiot.)
I skip inside my body every time I hear her, though.

I’d be skipping now if I weren’t typing this shit down.

We’ve missed alot of time, me and her.
But we’re getting it back two hours and thirty-eight minutes at a time.

And for that, I’ll answer my house phone any time, baby. But just for you.

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