Just Like Old Times

Wouldn't it be sad if she was out there reading but found a way to stay away and pretend she does not? Would this be a cause of pain or joy or some sort of relief? To know I care as I've always done because that's really who I am. Anybody else out there like me? Why not call them all another Amy. She still hasn't learned to lie to me but she still risks exposure by sneaking in an hour or two. Too close to be her therapist because I understand too much. Too for away to be a friend these days. She's hiding in her bubble with another in a bubble and defends herself not knowing what to say. A sad and unfulfilling game to play.

Just checking in
to see if you're still there
to see if you're still giving
to see if you still care

I know you said you would
but is anyone that good?
I can hardly believe it's true
When I see what I receive from you.

I give you nothing to prove
how much I need you
I do so little to show I care

But you are always there
in spite of your lonely despair
what little you have you still share
even when I disappear

and when I disappear
I wonder if you'll still be there
maybe I think I don't deserve such unconditional love
that is only supposed to come from a god high above

Maybe it makes me uncomfortable
because I am afraid to love like that
it's like you know the world is round
and we all still think the world is flat

Just checking in
to see if you're still there
to see if you're still giving
to see if you still care

I still feel like I must apologize
every time I look into your eyes
maybe that is why I ride away and hide
You see more in me than I can see inside

I guess it makes me uncomfortable
because I am afraid to love like that
it's like you know the world is round
and we all still think the world is flat

Startling, perhaps. Guess you had to be there. Dinner with Jackson at a good sushi place. She wanted to go to the batting cages after dropping Brandy at the airport and did not want to go alone in the dark I guess, so she texted and asked. She got there late because of traffic and after swinging the bat a lot, I suggested the sushi play. We both love sushi. My treat, of course. It's what I do when I get together with one of my adopted kids. Hush, wallet, money does buy me love... of a sort.

After dinner she headed home and I headed here and the world goes on.

Stuffed.

Tired.

Nite Nite.

Love you.

Narf :)