Tuesday, February 28, 2017

The Glad Game

Dear One,

I try not to say fatuous and stupidly optimistic things to you, I try not to soothe with clichés and false promises, but I know, I know that I have been misunderstood.  I know that I have said the thing that makes you mad.  The thing that dismisses your world, the thing that ignores the obvious.

In the fullness of time, I hope, that maybe it won't matter.  Maybe it will turn out to be nothing.