Wait, before you do, can I ask you something, since you're being nice and all?
This is not time wasted:
Dude, Time is not the enemy. It is not your nemesis, your rival. It is not the black to your white nor is it the wrong to your right.
You, really, given to you. You do all the heavy thinking, you walk all the long paths I don't think there's time for, you willingly let go, or worse, hold onto, thoughts that scare me or make me doubt, knowing, as you said, that the good ones will come back or maybe just did. You're the one who cries on the porch because a song was so perfect, a thought so joyful, a memory so hard.
Peace to you too, let's meet on the porch soon.
(Should you wonder more about "Other-one-me" there is a label up towards the top that will direct you to some of our previous, uh, conversations. The most recent is first so you'll need to jump back to see the first time he interrupted me. Make sense? He also admins the "ihiwat" FB page.)