And so There you were. I saw you last night, you were unapologetically ****. Common and so uncommon, and said to come in. And so I did just that. I saw you last night, You were ruefully majestic, and you were glowing. I don’t want to say glowing, actually. I don’t like that adjective and it’s over romanticized; but there was light about you. And so you stood up, and I held still And so I saw the whole of you, every last bit. And we let stark grey November light spill into us, into the room. Not our room, just yours. I was gawking and I felt subtle shame stain my heart. And in that moment I decided not to feel that way anymore, ever again. And I wished for just a second that I could call you my own, or a part of me at any rate. My head came down. The bluebird peaked his head out. Yes, he is still in there. Chuck doesn’t weep. I’m not like Chuck.