I put my winter coat on to go and something moves me to sit down and write to you. Nothing in particular, I just think of you more often then I probably should.
I think about giving in, putting my pride away in the pocket of this well worn winter coat, taking off my mittens and calling you.
I stop myself.
You won't pick up, I will become frustrated and nothing good will come of it anyway. So instead, I look forward to the next day which provides the hope that you will break, put your pride under that black cap of yours and pick up the phone so I don't have to. You won't. Time will dissolve these thoughts and memories like the Kool Aid in your water.