With a simple "What's up, T'sha? How you been?" I knew the hurricane called US was about to blow through again. The man who is & will always be my friend & probable soul mate has carried the label of "My Heart" for years. If only it had been another place & time, maybe it would have lasted a little longer. It seemed like the circumstances & obligations always drew us from one another; but the same circumstances & obligations drew us together when our lives became overwhelming. For short spans of time, we were each other's best times. We might go months without contact, but when we talked again, it was like being home all over again. For some reason, when we reunited again we always had to say our goodbyes. But when it was time for us to go our separate ways (once again) it seemed like I was the only one that got hurt. Being away from him was my only weakness & in the back of mind, I wondered "Did he miss me too?" I stayed up, waiting for him to call but he never did. I figured, he had moved on (again) & it was time for me to do the same (once again). I would always say that "next time would be different" but I always knew it was going to be the same reoccurring scene for us. No matter what promises I would make myself, I knew that I would never be able to resist him.
And look at us now, on that same road to hell once again.
