i woke up thinking about someone. sighing, shake my head, move to the bathroom, wash my face and slowly sip water as i watch myself in the mirror and ponder the stubbornness of the inner workings and how reluctant they are to loose things.
i remember when i first could tell i was getting older. the way my face and body was shifting. my eyes have never changed. i notice it, in the mirror, and it makes me smile.
shamble to the room, a kitten insisting upon petting takes a few moments. choice of clothing for the day and then, to sit here and peck out a few thoughts before work, sans coffee, mindful in the moment, just being.
still, i miss them, all the people i think about in the morning, all the people my mind remembers at night, when i dream.