written.

a writing exercise.

a written exercise.

or something that might be taken along.

and later remembered. in the years. to come.

a familiar face.

or a gesture.

something that makes sense.

or feels like something else once did.

autumn begins.

and everything becomes relative.

relatively complicated.

a truth in memory.

a decade.

and he remembers the sound 

of pen to paper.

a shy girl. a young girl.

complex.

he remembers the "irony" in my written work.

or storytelling.

stories told long ago.

4-7pm.

and everyday of the week.

i wake up early.

because sleep doesn't come easy in the autumn.

and i am fierce with love.

the book store makes me weak in the knees.

i fall to the ground.

and try to absorb knowledge.

my mind is a corn field.

and i have a deal with detail.

every line eventually bleeds into the next.

but still i notice.

sometimes we rest on the surface.

but home is deep underneath.

and perhaps someday we could sit

with a bottle of wine 

and have a full fledge conversation

about meaning.

or start with

something to talk about.

like 365 days ago..