I realized that in all of this time, I have not cried. You know that weeping breakdown that happens? It hasn’t happened. I wonder if I took a wrong turn somewhere, and missed that, or if it’s just not going to happen.
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It’s not that I’m afraid of the new trails ahead, it’s just that all of the trails we shared are behind me.
It’s weird that I find myself longing for something to happen that hasn’t happened in over forty years. To just walk, dance and laugh down a hot West Texas sidewalk on a summer afternoon with my best friend.