with or without you

at the annual girls christmas dinner the other night, we talked about what we could not live without. i came to tweezers.

but in the bathroom at the bar car later that week, what i really came to is that there is not a thing in this world that i can not live without.

except
the cruelty of hope and the comfort of indecision
and it is tangible in driving him home at 1am,
walking through the obed national park,
the freckled bridge of his nose,
the temporary tag on a windshield,
and the same lunch date
almost one year later
with the same half-eaten sandwich,
the same pathetic snow,
the same lack of eye contact
and the same damn pair of shoes.