Strings

We talked yesterday. For once, REALLY talked.

He pulled back his emotional curtains, just a few inches.

I got a peek into what might be behind them.

Maybe it was more than I expected?

It was not as much as I needed.

I cried when I pulled back my own curtains, of course.

My strings are much easier to move.

I’ve mastered their nuances.

I know just where to hold them, just how much slack or tension to give.

Still, sometimes, I can’t help but let them fully unfold.

There was more honesty spoken in those short 30 minutes than we’ve shared in the last 30 days.

Maybe, in the space between those words, there’s hope.

Maybe, there’s love.

Maybe, there’s no way of avoiding my knowing.

I just don’t quite know what it’s trying to tell me yet.