Lost in a song, my hand and journal play out the thoughts of a weary mind...one still weighted by the day's echoes that scream out, pressing in for attention.
Line after line, the pen flows wild...my heart and mind, both laid bare in an effort to sleep, peaceful and free.
The headphones block out the sound of the night around me, but a soft movement causes me to pause my altar time to look beside me...
...and it is then that I find a smile.
Thru the ups and the downs...the nights of slumber nestled, coupled, snuggled together as one...the hours of careful non-touching as we hadn't actually made up from that day's "discussion"...the laughter and whispered chit-chat as we lay, each waiting to drift away into our private dream chambers...the morning greetings as the sun breaks thru the comfort of warm blankets and closed eyelids.
It's been ten years since I first set eyes on him.