You asked me at dawn, “Why is it that you smile more when you are miles away from me?”
I started, “um…I…”
You laughed, the easy laugh that we both know comes from trying to mask a pain.
I paused and so did you, for me it was to think of a lie, but for you, it was because you were on your third cigarette this morning. I could envision the smoke, smell it, miles away.
It was one of those mornings.
You missed me too much to contain your pain.
“Marry me,” you said and then laughed…another easy laugh.
“It’s good to hear from you,” I said and the beating of my heart rivaled the numbness of my fingers.
I was reaching for my cup of coffee when you said “stellar, is what you are…” and suddenly we both knew what that meant.