Sunday, August 8, 2010
Coffee... black please
Today I am sitting on the beach, at the lake, drinking black coffee made on my camp stove. It is a calm day and the only waves lapping the shore were spawned from passing boats. The sun is quickly warming my chilled body from a cold night of restless sleep. Skiers and boarders are returning from their early morning runs looking for their second cup of coffee. Ducks and crows cackle in the background amid the sporadic, but ever increasing clanging of tent poles as campers break down their temporary homes, preparing to return to concrete cities and vinyl clad homes.
I am sad and full of regret because I did not stop her. Perhaps it was a good thing that she left, for I now feel a longing heart that may remind me to appreciate her more. All my life I have shut people out denying them access to the deepest regions of my heart. Somehow she has slipped past the gates and I honestly miss her as a result.
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2 comments:
Awww...
time to go make up.
I am the same way. Somehow it's easier for me to let people walk away than to open myself up and actually admit to someone that I love them.
But it's good that you have allowed yourself to feel the consequences of having shut her out of your heart. I did not even allow myself that, and as a result, I have lost many relationships that way.
Let her know, immediately, and with no holding back, just how much you miss her.
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