I try not to let myself think of you too often. But there you are again, rising up in my mind, smiling quietly from a corner. Will you ever cross the room?Thanksgiving. It reminds me of you, not that we ever spent it together. I am thankful for you, even though I could never have you.
I imagine you, sitting with your family, carving some dead turkey, pouring wine, laughing; and I know some part of you is thinking of me. And trying not to.
