10/06/16

You seemed brighter that day.

Liked you'd slept more than four hours and hadn't been drunk the night before.

And this rare sight filled me with a little of the good stuff.

I've stepped back, and I now see you can do it alone.

As can I.

I realise now this a movement to be celebrated.

Not mourned.

We can both manage without the familiar. We can both flourish.

We're separate entities and often - in equal measures - I think we forgot this and became so consumed by our own little bubble that we stopped living.

It's taken a few thousand miles, too many cigarettes and the occasional "let me know when you're home" message to let go.

But the hour's arrived at the right time, for once.

I think, after all this, it's now easier to come together when we wish.

And when we do wish it, I hope you chose the bar, as always.

❊