Saturday, April 5, 2008
[diary] 080404 - un moment
Night after night in the land of Sandman I see a face, one so dear and familiar with eyes in which I once found home for my little soul.
I met those eyes among the sea of people today, looking at me wandering aimlessly with a glass of Chivas in my hand. All I could see were the blue of his eyes...and all I could hear was the pounding of my heart. A split second later, I turned around and walked the opposite way. I had to be perfect tonight. I could not break down, not here, not now.
I met many people tonight. I was jovial, conversant, maybe even charming. But all night long through all the Scotch they sent my way, I thought of that split second moment, the only moment we could afford for one another, a moment that, for us now, is too much luxury.
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