Was that just a year ago? I was having that argument. I was fighting that war. I was losing that battle. Because the wounds have healed. And the scars are forming. So that must have been years ago.
But no, wait a second. That was just last week. Because when I think about it now it still makes my knees go weak. Yeah. That must have just been last week.
Am I a year older? That can't be true. I was just getting used to 21. Now you're telling me... I'm 22? What do they do? The ones who carry 22?
And I'm coming up now on number 23. I'm still figuring out what I was then. Can someone just tell me what I will be? Cuz I don't want to get so tired of life as others do at 23.
Was it really just 4 months ago that Melissa said hi? Cuz I've known her for years right? Maybe my whole life? No... no wait a second. I remember that night. It was a birthday, a Saturday. March 6th. Four months ago... yeah. That's right.
And Thanksgiving in Groesbeck. That was years ago! No... wait... just 8 months. I'm still as grateful.
Was it two years ago? Two years ago I was sweating up a storm? Making kids happy and craving Mexican food. Sometimes it feels like it was a dream ago. It did happen yesterday because I remember that day. I remember it perfectly. I remember what we said and what was funny. I remember the gingerbread taste and the relief of the Hollywood sign. That was yesterday. No it wasn't. It couldn't have been. In a longer life maybe it could have been. Maybe it should have been yesterday.
But that perfect day in the sun, more than a year passed, did happen yesterday. Or so it would seem. Maybe so it would feel. Perhaps I keep it pasted on my heart as one of my best days. One of the best memories. So it will always feel like yesterday.
Maybe time doesn't matter anyway. Situations still remain. As Killers would say, I'm already so much older than I can take. But perhaps I will age as gracefully as Helen Miren. That would be nice.
