I saw the story before I saw the stroke. But, context is great for details when details are still fresh on swollen lungs. I’m patient enough not to invade. Curious enough to be patient. Sometimes, I’ve learned, new friends are a good thing. A fresh ear for a past story makes for new understanding. Languid words contemplated over honesty and time. The freedom to escape all expectations, the nerve to be platonic and taste so intimate.
I saw the eyes before I recognized the story.
“Good evening, open heart. Nice to meet you,”