Once, when we were dating, you walked across your bedroom floor and I realized I’d love you forever.
You said our baggage didn’t match. You’d been singed. You had your dog. You would stay put.
Then you met someone who stirred your ashes, moved to New York and discovered you like heights.
I remain here, cherishing your stride.
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About paulefallon
Greetings reader. I am a writer, architect, cyclist and father from Cambridge, MA.
My primary blog, theawkwardpose.com is an archive of all my published writing. The title refers to a sequence of three yoga positions that increase focus and build strength by shifting the body’s center of gravity. The objective is balance without stability. My writing addresses opposing tension in our world, and my attempt to find balance through understanding that opposition.
During 2015-2106 I am cycling through all 48 mainland United States and asking the question "How will we live tomorrow?" That journey is chronicled in a dedicated blog, www.howwillwelivetomorrw.com, that includes personal writing related to my adventure as well as others' responses to my question.
Thank you for visiting.
Once, when we were dating, you walked across your bedroom floor and I realized I’d love you forever.
The Awkward Pose 