Ten years ago, I would have stood at the bottom of your stairs and waited til you got to your door, hoping that before you stepped inside, you would pause a bit to turn around and give me a quick smile. Or do that cute little wave you do. Or both. And it would have made my week if you did.
But today I walked away, guitar in hand, and thought, “Geez, what time is it?”
As I got into my car, I let out a little sigh and feeling of loss came over me.
Ah, the passage of time can be a bitch.
Edit: Lawdy lawd. For a self-professed clown, I can be really effin emo sometimes.