If you can spare a minute, there are things I need to say. Words owed yet never spoken, sentences deserved, yet never given. Truth aching for the light of day . . . morphed into months, into years and beyond. Hidden by the challenge of we, buried by the chaos of you and me; tucked into someday, somehow, someway.

But as our futures untwine and our waking lives grow short, there is no better time than now, lest it disappear into never. A part of me wonders if never is best, to let it all go and lay it to rest . . . but selfish is this moment of me. I need this, I deserve this, I earned this, I want this; and you do as well. You just have not a clue that you do . . . but you will.

So with all of that being said, I ask for a moment and on bended knees I pray. For ears and time and understanding too . . . of things I need to say and do.