2 a.m.

Let me see if I can sum up our one-sided conversation, 2 a.m.

gifts. birthdays. 90. Mom. spaghetti. traditions. old friends. missed souls. tears. mean words. anger. help. Jesus. shhhh. walking. our father. should i? why? ticktock. time. hairdo. happy. Barry songs. Collin edits. appointments. poems. today, tomorrow …

hmmm. seems there was so much more, but just as quickly as you summoned, suddenly and just like that, zzzzzz, our hour of brain gibberish floated away and back to sleep I zonked.

We haven’t met like this for a very long while, 2 a.m. not since Mom left, but here we are, with your taptaptap on my shoulder, insisting we rehash the day’s, week’s, year’s events. You know, I don’t even bother to check the clock anymore, right ?? Because your timing is absolutely impeccable. So with a sigh and a thumb’s up acknowledgment of how tightly committed you are to your roll call, I hand you my mind-cells with a here you go, be gentle, pleasy

& hey, if sleep deprivation concerns you at all, my friend, no worries !! as I consistently deep dive into a solid 7 or 8 when dozing during evening tv is included. The only wonder I wonder, 2 a.m. is why now ?? What exactly brought you back with such steadfast persnickety ?? I seriously have no beef with you, buddy, but if you have something specific to relay ?? I’m available during business hours as well.

So. YaY.

& there ya go, 2 a.m. I’ve said what I needed to say and yep, uh-huh, I’m confident you will find me, same time, same place. But just so you know, if you have better things to do or don’t show up at all ??

ahhhhh

That’ll work too.

🙂

Simple Things