Saturday, May 9, 2009

a 30-45 minute wait

You can talk a million times a day, but it isn't until you actually sit down, just the two of you, and really talk, that you comprehend just how long it's actually been. In a room too crowded to care, we shout above everyone else - and we know no ones listening. She's been without phone, and I time. She's been away, and I've been busy, and it feels like neither of us has eaten in days – when really, it's only been hours. We share stories, and a pizza, and a bottle of wine – and decide not to share a cab at the end of the night. She goes west, and I go east, and I go to bed satisfied from dinner, starving for sleep, and dreaming of a summer filled with (more) cream-filling and two forks to match.

3 comments:

Chris said...

Cannoli?

sarah nicole said...

only the most delicious cannoli, with pistachio ricotta filling. certainly dream-worthy! and things taste better shared; i really believe it. xoxo.

Anonymous said...

you're cute, you are.