simple things
i had one of those flashbacks last night. one of the ones i expected to have a couple of months ago. the ones i was terrified of not being able to get away from. but the imprints you left just didnt appear everywhere like i thought they would. at least not like last night.

i was washing the dishes... it was late... jeanette and stephen were in the living room trying to finish risk, the game that never ends. i dont really remember being too deep in thought. just focusing on the repetitive motions of scrubbing and rinsing... more soap... scrub. rinse. and thats when i felt a shadow over my shoulder. like someone was coming to encircle me in their arms. it was warm and nice and familiar. and it was you. i turned around, knowing that there was no way you were there. i put my head down and kept scrubbing... wondering why you came.

it’s funny how some things do remain