A Word From Pam
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Sola
_______________________ He drove to her after work Traffic He was anxious And needing She was gone when he arrived Ballet One of her obsessions. True love He knew her expectations. Her expectations and desires relaxed him He pulled his car into the garage He stripped before he came into the house Putting his belongings away on his shelf in the mud room He looked at the time on his phone before stowing it away She expected him to keep time internally Something she’d expected of him from the beginning He had mastered this skill “Mastered” funny He began by kneeling naked Hands by his sides Eyes cast down His mind focused on Sola for 7 minutes In gratitude In meditation In reverence for her He dressed in his running clothes He would have time for a 32 minute run He started off slowly jetting into a sprint at the 3 minute mark Feeling the cool autumn air The sweet smell of leaves decaying Letting the day fall behind him Clearing it all out Once back at the house He showered 3 minutes Oiled his body like she liked He kneeled in waiting edging Next to her bed Bringing his mind back to her and this Over and over Everytime he veered He corrected the need He found himself hoping she would not bring friends home tonight He wasn’t supposed to hope But sometimes he hoped He needed tonight He felt empty and disconnected never unsure His mind kept wandering to hope To what he wanted He’d interrupt it But it kept coming back He heard her car She was home He closed his eyes He could feel her coming towards him Her energy approaching Please no more cars stop hoping. {It’s not about me}