Every Day is a Sunday Evening

Tonight, we don't have a lot to go on now,
But that's not how it lives in my head,
No not at all.

Blind times,
Thought we were matching weight,
We pulled.
Sometimes it was you and sometimes it was me,
But where are we?

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There are some moments in life that are so frailly beautiful you don't even want to breathe because you are afraid it will pop the moment. The trance will be broken, the magic will disappear, you will forget the night and the memories.

I held my breath for the better part of seven hours, afraid if I blinked it would go away. You would go away. But you didn't. You stayed, your big doe brown orbs fixated on me, cherishing as much as I did. It is rare when two beings both recognize the sanctity of a moment, but there is no surprise there, not to me. You were always so wonderful at picking up on those little fragmented moments and stringing them into something whole that completed me so.

I cried and you didn't move to hold me because you knew if you did, it would become something bigger than what we are. But in your silence you understood all that I was mourning, and all that I was marveling that. There is no surprise there, not to me.

So much of what you have said I have repeated in my head, trying to hold onto it, trying to understand and accept each word. Trying to see the world through your eyes yet retain them in mine. The sentiments are slipping now, slowly, quietly, but I understand and I accept. I do. Once more, with feeling-I understand and I accept. Such is the way of the world, as it has been for millions of others before us. And so it will be.

It will happen again, Sunday evening. There will be a Sunday evening every week of my life for as long or as short as I live, but none like that. None exactly like that...which is tragic, but beautiful. It isn't a bad thing, because there is always the chance of a better Sunday Evening. One where there is no tears and more Alfredo sauce and more love. Just because something is over, doesn't mean it won't happen again, but better.

But for now, I have that. I have had that, and I have had you, and my life is forever beautiful and wonderful and magical because of it. I just wanted you to know that. In darkness, I want to show you the astonishing light of your own being, which is so vibrant and bright and wonderful. Maddening, yet so incredibly wonderful. Without you, every day is a Sunday evening, but with you, it is just as much.

Sometimes in life, we don't get always. But we get better.

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You say don't take it all so hard for now.
There's so much space,
And there will always be later for that.