trying to keep from blowing off that roof

Realizing that she loves us as she stands there in the doorway.

A sincere pause

followed by familiar roles once we return.

That moment of opportunity before we play it safe and fulfill expectations.

The space in between all of the things we think we should be doing, we think we should be.

The space for the new

still didn’t give us the time of day dude

It wasn’t about her. We were starting to build a life about ourselves.

We were creating our own story.

I had a thing for figuring out how to be a good person.

I wasn’t always, but I was trying.

I didn’t want to see her lose this stupid game of life.

I was starting to see how the odds stacked up against people.

I was recognizing cages not just of cribs or institutions, but of ideas.