The gay, innocent and heartless.
I see you occasionally, usually in the slightest mannerisms of strangers or a double take in a busy street, there have been less of those these days. Today I saw you in a movie and all I wonder was about the life after the credits roll. When I started this all of those years ago I had some kind of goal, to make some kind of an impression, I suppose. I wanted to be noticed. I wanted to a lot of things that I am glad I never got. The strange paths we’ve been down and I still come back here. I know I always read in the hope that I might find a crumb left for me, still wishing to be noticed I suppose. We were friends once. I remember. I still think of you as a friend. I have a joke you would enjoy. You may remember the differences I have maintained with organised religion for some time? Well, I am betrothed to a follower of Joseph Smith. Interesting considering the history but perhaps it is some form of growth. I wonder about your life after our credits rolled, where life has taken you and where it will go. I might not ever know but I will always dream for you.
