Old hat, new hands...

The problem with fanning yourself near an old flame, are the inevitable small fires that are bound to rush up at you.

There should be a permit to get all childhood fantasies flushed from your list of want-to-do, before one fully grows up. Chocolate houses, the beginnings of rushing adrenalin and the desire to smoke a cigarette/ jump off a cliff/ drink local hooch.

Instead, I now have a wild thought.

Every time I see you, I wonder what would have happened, if we had kissed one night and figured it out, in whatever way.

Every time I see you, I have this crazy desire to take your hand, and propose that you get out of my system, once and for all. Not immediately. But immediately after we have gone our separate ways.

I wonder what it is, that still worms its way into my thoughts, even as the next day, I rush around in my life.

I wonder why I never think of you, otherwise...

Someday, I should complete my incomplete. How, is a funny question.

And then, after that, we can be pals.