yes: i am exhausted and delirious and terrified--
and i would love to call you and tell you to come over so you could stroke my hair and tell me it's all going to be ok and maybe even just sit there and smile at me. or let me fall asleep on your shoulder
and i really really would, if i thought for a second you would come.
oh well, that's not who we are anymore.
that's not who we ever were, it's just who we could have become.