Profoundly Different

And now 

    After meeting her

How am I supposed to go about a normal life?

You want to tell me that I have to go to work tomorrow?

    And make small-talk? 

And smile?

     While she sits 1,600 miles away, and another day passes by without getting to see her smile?

. . . What normal life, I ask you?

The one from before? . . . I barely remember it anymore . . .

     How am I to sleep tonight without her here?

. . .

She flies away today. 

    Thank God for the infinite sea of distractions on my screen. 

    To feel this much cannot be normal . . . Do you feel this much? . . . I doubt it. 

I told her wherever she is, she's my lady. And I meant it. She's my lady. 

  I couldn't be any more lucky.

So don't ask me to live tomorrow like I did yesterday. 

Today is profoundly different. 

-CH 6/25/25