two posts in one day, sorry about that, this one came pretty much fully formed.

Its summer somewhere
Quiet dry heat, Saturday afternoon stillness
Walking along some path that aspires to be a road,
Small sounds of nature
Humming around, listless lazy,
Inviting me to find the nearest tree and curl up and sleep.

I hear you before I see you
Must be speaking on the phone
No other voices

I, the guy that loves writing endings,
Suddenly wants not to get there
I slow down
Consider turning back

‘Cause when I see you and you see me
And we half smile
And think of things to say
Before the ritual of the hug and hello

We will dilute the magic of anticipation
Others will come out from the house
And the chatter will start
And I will not get to say
The line I have practiced all day
‘’Didn’t I know you well once long ago?’’