the last chapter
When I realized what today was, I remembered what tomorrow is. It's not just the birthday of my brother in law, it's something ... er ... Someone else. Apart of me says I shouldn't care and another part still does, and within the part that cares lives a part of me that wants to call. I know I'll refrain from calling, but in the back of my mind the thought of this person still lingers. When I hear that song, or I pass that freeway, or watch that movie, or remember the many days like tomorrow, I will be taken back to that moment in time. I know, for the most part, I've moved on, but things ended with many loose ties and it keeps me from closing the book. I guess this is "the end," I just didn't want to realize it until now.
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