how rare is that…

we talked for hours that night…wasn’t a moment of silence…just two people gabbin’ away ’bout their lives…kids…ex-husbands…past lovers…talk of nothin’ on the horizon…lonely nights…lives that never got caught up…always behind…

she talked of this want…this need in her life to be needed…to be the one again…someone’s true love…said she hadn’t felt that in a long time…said it’d make her whole…put her back in touch with herself…she’d drifted for so long…

and I listened…comparin’ notes…thinkin’ ’bout a girl who’d gotten away years ago…a high school sweetheart that had left me for other opportunities…or did I leave her…we all leave sooner or later…one way or another…one way or another…

we kissed that night…at the end when there was nothin’ left to say…we kissed…two lonely people who’d found someone that listened…how rare is that…how rare is that…no promises made…no bold statements…just two people that shared with each other…yes indeed…how rare is that…

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