After the chairs are pushed back, and the sounds of the meal subside and fade into the echoes of other rooms, perhaps you might find a moment...when it is quiet, and the remnants of the evening are starting to reveal their colors.
What I am thankful for....what I am hopeful for...
Perhaps you'll go outside, out back with a drink in your hand...to escape the noises, to escape a debate. To look for a star, or a fading sky.
I am thankful for the moments...sometimes quiet, sometimes filled with words and sentences. Sometimes just standing close by, close enough to detect the slight perfumes of you.
I am thankful for warm memories, that you can clutch like a sweater around you and pull closer to your throat. Maybe feel the heartbeat against your fingers.
I am hopeful for more moments...but if those are merely minutes spread across weeks than I will be slowly devastated but thankful for those minuscule times...
And hopeful that you are indeed warmed...and satiated with food and drink...sleepy with a drowsy desire to go lay down, and perhaps you'll imagine the weight of me beside you.
That is something I would be extraordinarily thankful of...some more.
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