I saw her there again, wearing the same clothes, with her life in two new grocery bags. On the same night of another faceless week, except the temperature dropped, and I was standing outside in my bomber jacket, looking in. This time, she was sitting upright and silent, unmoving, hat draped over her eyes.
Crashing inside, I thought.
Her hands were cracked and dark from exposure. How I wanted to reach out, and straighten the tangled skein of her black hair. But what could I do?
God isn’t here anymore.
fortunately, you couldn’t be more wrong about that.. ;)
Was he ever?
Or did he just take a coffee break?
I think he took a coffee break during the first four days of my week, just to ruffle my hair. Then a beautiful man called me Mae-Mae on paper, and another beautiful man with a scruffy beard walked me to my car in the crispy cold, just because we didn’t want to break a conversational stride.
At that point god, or whatever it is, finished his coffee and turned my TV back on and laughed.
I should blog that.
This and the comments. Making it the most confusing post.
The first comment was pretty random; it doesn’t quite make any sense. I think you need to read the previous, linked entry to understand.