Together Alone

It’s the late afternoon, I napped for a few hours after a rough night my sleeping. Outside it’s still fairly warm hovering around the low 80’s. There’s a slight breeze blowing and the birds are chattering away like it’s springtime. From somewhere I catch the lightest scent of flowers, contrasted with the tamped down noise of highway traffic. I’m not thinking of much other the images you sent. Nothing provocative, just that sly smile you always give.

We know what we know. Painted on faces with well managed personas all dictating what we want to be seen. A performance we’ve put on so many times from the training we received when we were young. I guess that’s one of your qualities that holds me so. Knowing that with each other we see through the showmanship and really get each other. Still there’s an element of fear that pulls us back. A chain-linked fence that let’s us see in, but still protects.

But this isn’t meant as a criticism of you and our relationship, but more of an understanding. That beneath the surface of bravado lies the root of our desire. Where a mere physical relationship isn’t enough. Where dependents and need are eclipsed by confidence and admiration. Allowing us to love from a far and yet carry no fear of abandonment. Patience is our strongest weapon against the forces of fear. We know where we stand. We know each other. Through the good and the bad, we walk together alone.