It’s a calm night
No thundering trucks on the street
The neighbors are quiet
I debate checking in on them
But in truth, I feel that is intrusive
Care and concern are overmatched
Beaten back by reticence
I do worry about them
Just as I worry about all my darlings
I choose people in my life at random
And they come to mind on nights like this
I cannot even explain this
What attracts me to certain people
How to decide among them all
Who to worry over if things are rough
What people i laugh with
Where they are from
Hmm
A car actually drove past
What was i saying
Ahh yes
How are you, darling
Is all well with you?
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