tonight too soon.

I knew it was going to be hard

the day has just come too quickly. 

where I sit in the echo of the last hug

the wake of the conversation

we had 

full 

of all kinds of 

goodbyes.

so badly the urge to 

shove the emptiness away

simply pick up the phone and make a call

I will regret 

made of words and feelings from past versions of myself. 

it is as Lamott says

"butt in chair. shitty first draft."

and as much as tears are on the precipice, the laugh overcomes it. 

for this too is temporary. 

I am learning.

this is most of life. 

love surrounds,

including 

the future.

tonight is just right.