A sunrise in Miami, when it all began. It’s been over for months now. I realize I’m missing nothing, for you couldn’t give me the necesseties, much less amenities.
But I just listened to China, and wondered where you were. Far from me, as many are these days. I’m a scary one, with my big opinions and need to be right all the time. I know I’m flawed. I knew you were too. But your sense of humor never meshed well with mine, espically since I don’t have one. I wish you well, even if I said some mean things. There comes a point in life when you have to take an active roll in what happens, and I was tired of seeing you drift. Me? I’m plodding through what’s necessary in order to get to your coast. Somehow I don’t think we will meet again, and I’m fine with that. I am not what you imagined me to be.
Fond travels, friend. I’ll still think of you when Tori croons that particular tune.
