time

I thought of an old friend from childhood, who used to tell me of their run club outings in the 2010s. They were the sort of person who doesn't verbally signal very well, when they want to be possessed, or when they want to be left alone. After a lot of silly guesswork, I took it as a lesson not to bother myself so much with less-verbal people. One cannot always attend to everyone's disabilities. Sweat lost in rain. Deep thrusts and almost coming together. I love my friend regardless. Time.