I'm not afraid to say "I miss you."
on Sunday when I faced the deepest blues I had in years,
when I was on a cliff looking into an abyss of depression and darkness,
the kind I face every few days now
I called him and I told him about how everything was falling apart.
he was quiet and just listened like a good friend should,
to the drama and gossip that he probably doesn't have too much interest in,
but it's the drama and gossip that's bothering me.
I said "I miss you" and I wasn't afraid.
because, really, what is there to be afraid of?
his response?
because he said, "you too, buddy."
what is there to fear in that,
other than the realization
that
the feeling
is mutual.