i would read license plates... and try to make them zero. i would attempt to name each blade of grass... so i could remember them. i would count the ceiling tiles in the auditorium... hoping it was an odd number.
distractions from the everyday things... the mundane... your feelings.
i should have listened to you when you overshared in the car. i should have guessed cloud shapes with you in the park. i should have sang along with you at that concert.
and even now i write to distract, instead of asking you:
about your day
about how you are feeling
about us