Monday, August 20, 2007

All this nothing

Did we say anything of consequence?

We giggled, we laughed
Bitched and bantered

We ate, we drank
We danced and sang

We basked in the sun
We sheltered under trees in the rain

I joked about sulking
You pretended to negotiate

We said hellos and goodbyes
And in between, sat around doing nothing

In the immortal words of "You've got mail":
"All this nothing has meant so much more to me than so many somethings"

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