He knew it was about time we sat down quietly & privately. Close, & face to face we were. Almost immediately he took hold of both my hands with his. Looking up at me & squarely into my eyes, his voice began to rumble connecting with my insides. I love when that happens. Never letting go nor losing eye contact we spoke to one another, gently & lovingly. Our togetherness was the subject. No pressure. No rush. Nothing else mattered then. We talked until we were in full agreement about what would be next for us. Still, with my hands in his, he came in closer with his bearded cheek to my cheek & whispered the kindest words to me. I exhaled slowly, peacefully, with my head leaning into him. Sealed with the softest most solid of kisses we were on our way to forever.


I don’t know who, & I’m not asking, told you my name was so & so. I didn’t tell you that. You heard me tell someone else my name. You question me. So I tell you what my name is. You won’t let it go. It disturbs you that my name is this & not that. Ok. You say you’re so used to calling me that yet we hardly ever, close to never, talk in order for you to use either name with any sort of regularity. Who you talking to where you are so accustomed to using any name concerning me? This is a first for me someone distressed about what my name is/ain’t. I’m not having another conversation with you again about my name. Trust & Believe. Bring it up to me again & you’ll be ignored as if you’re invisible.

Big Old Babies

Let me tell you, guilt trips go nowhere with me. I see right through them, pretty much immediately. They remind me of temper tantrums. Who’s gonna ‘do what you want’ after such an episode? Who’s gonna pursue association with another who believes such behavior will work or let alone be acceptable. I can’t. I won’t. That is too much playin’. Gotta leave you right, here right now.