Thursday, February 6, 2014


We have a habit of running into each other at weddings. I don't attend many but its happened a few times. Once we sat at the kids table drinking cocktails, flanked by younger siblings. Then at another, we wound up together at the after party in someone's hotel room. I don't know why we ever left, but we found ourselves out in the hallway together. Buzzed off the late night and the fan fare. The love. Perhaps the love we had. And left. I realize now that you and I have never graced a wedding dance floor, but that night we slow danced outside the door to the room. You held my hand to your chest and sang softly in my ear. 

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