Washing Up

I'm washing up and listening to Townes. God he's good.

At the sink with a nondescript pensiveness I thought:

Do I have to let you go? But I was never holding onto you!

Do I have to block your sweetness out of my life? But it seems not right to!

Do I have to move on? But am I really stuck? I don't think so.

I sort of want to cry, but I sort of don't need to. I sort of want you, for comfort, but I'm pretty comfortable.

I sort of want to cry, but things aren't that bad. I think a cry with you would be therapeutic. But you're not here.

I still have Townes though.

Maybe this is just a detox symptom.


-- Posted from one of those iPhone things.