Work.
College, so more work.
Finley crisis.
Comfort Finley.
KATIEEEEEEEEEEE! *Small and helpless child dance*
Was Katie asleep for all that?
I wonder. It felt like she might have heard something, but then, I was mostly focused on Finley.
My poor Finley....
Orgasm balls.
Coke zero.
Delicious Candy.
Inturrupted showers.
Holding onto my moon as he cried into my shoulder, staring at a sleepy sun for help.
Maintaining a careful balance, always balance.
A cloud lifted from my shoulders like a heavy shroud in summer
it wisps away like fog in a wind of Heaven;
I am free.
Schuster's soon,
and I am free.
Loneliness has been fed and watered,
and I am free from it.
I confess a great relief to that end
especially since I did not deserve a Katie if I were just ignoring her like that for the night.
She fell asleep on my couch and for a minute words buzzed in my ears that I wanted to tell her,
important words, endless words.
And then, a strange thing happened.
As I was cleaning up after packing--I do that, you know, Clean--
Sunlight wrapped around my heart.
Both halves.
Let me repeat that one: Both halves.
I'm not sure if it was a sheer act of Will, or kindness, or Katie dreaming, or me whispering,
"Amin mela lle, amin Aure. Cormamin lindua ele lle."
(I love you, my sunlight. My heart sings to see you/thee again)
but it was mine.
And new music and new words wrapped around me like a skin of blossoming flowers,
and I sang and sang and sang them as I cleaned,
a lullaby to all my heart;
one written in tangency.
I'll cook and clean and make for you
work to make your house a home
I'll keep your heart at home with me while you work
my soul in the sleeves of your overcoat.
The song of lovers,
the song of dreams
you are the man all the women dream of,
Mrs. Wiese, that's the name I whisper to myself
as you walk from my door, darling.
I'll pour you wine for dinner,
I'll send you love for lunch
I'll clean and cook and scrub for you
to make your house a home,
to make your house a ho-ome...
Song of lovers,
song of our tomorrow
hard-won, no frivolity
except for the prize of your smile, love.
Hold my heart in your hands
wear my heart on your heart
I'll hold yours, you hold mi-ine
song of lovers,
song of lovers
so-o-o-oong of l-lo-o-overs....
And you're gone from me now,
you're weeping, I know
don't be strong in front of me if you aren't
I know you---
I'll keep you safe, we'll be Together
Together, with a capital T
and Together forever we'll be.
I'll be your sun, you be my moon
live in my light and I'll smile at your warmth
Together, Together
our Lo-o-vers song--
Looo-ver's song!
So on and so forth. On and on and on.
For once, my voice was beautiful, it was what I wanted to give to him....
I'll sing it to him soon. Quietly, when he's driving or hasn't quite woken; I'll spin my whole heart on his troubles with the treasure of your music.
I'm glad you had this answer,
because I did not.
I looked and looked and looked and could only offer Faith, or Love--
you can offer Tomorrow, Forever.
I took it from you with nary a second thought, and I'm sorry for it, Katie.
Theft from a sleeping person is most unkind, and I apologize.
A sleeping Katie slept through it, instead.
Well, that doesn't matter, Aure.
Amin harmuva onalle e' cormamin, amin Anar.
I shall treasure your gift in my heart, my sun.
...The gift of your presence is twice that treasure...
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