“… and she embraced the chaos as it painted her life with purpose.” – J.H. Hard
It was 2:13 am
and we’d talked for four hours
(four hours and nine minutes)
and the funny thing is …
it wasn’t enough
We could have kept on talking
until the moon and the sun switched places
again
Everything and nothing at all
tears
and tantrums
confessions
and conundrums
secrets
and surreptitious truths
Each of them weighted equally
as the minutes ticked
as the clock struck
done
All I could think, was how grateful I am
to have this gift in my life
a kindred
who knows both what is possible
and unlikely
but trades dreams … and wishes … and prayers with me anyway
Therein lies the true magic
the believing that four hours of life shared in conversation
changes things
because it does
It allows us to carry on
to keep moving forward in both the mundane and miraculous
May each one of us be so lucky
as to have a four-hour-conversation
and a 2:00 am friend
this quotable life 