I sit facing the trees and brush behind my apartment, grateful that I don’t view the parking lot or another concrete slab such as the one I’m on. Because here I can contemplate a future different from what I intended without my tears on display.
Behind the glass lay a man and a lab, both disturbed by tonight’s show of emotion. While relief washes over me in waves, anger builds inside that room. I know not what tomorrow brings us, beyond more words, but I know I’m one step closer to whatever lies ahead of me.
As I enjoy the warmth of the evening, my body remembers another kind of heat. Reminiscing the decadence of recent past, perhaps nights like that are not lost forever. Perhaps happiness isn’t either.