I'm noticing a pattern now. The hugs, how we embrace, it is changing. These two people I am sitting with, they are home but not a place. They are back roads and side streets and driving without brakes. Staying out late, music, just trying to find our way. They are gain and loss. Laughter you want to capture and save in a jar. Tears you already poured.
I nod, know he's right, we left the eighties.
Drove out of town so we can now meet in a city.
|Jar o' Jason|
This age, now more than any other, feels like age as if we turned some corner off a busy city street.
Still with them I feel the same.
I am grateful for those people with whom I always knew I'd grow old(er).