Notes

So I tend to think of life in terns of movie clips, or tweetable moments. Somehow I've convinced myself they last longer that way. I was proved wrong when wife called my phone as my black wife. I thought it was funny, we giggled, now single men take notes. Now I'm no expert, but I don't think she was kidding
She talked about some other stuff which I really don't remember. I was too busy in my head composing a Tweet where I would quote her with some sort of cleaver hastagh. About marriage and about how much I love her, To be paying attention to her at that moment. I think what snapped me back was the silence which
Indicated I was supposed to have some sort of response to whatever she was talking about. I told my father that story in hopes to get a little sympathy.My father, Civil rights and Vietnam war vet, Hopelessly charming
On his fourth marriage, Father. Rather than the customary nod that men give each other when they understand, he Proceeded to tell me why He failed as my mothers husband. He said it was the same reason half of his platoon died in Vietnam. And the same reason you are deathly afraid of your daughter becoming a teenager
Son, you can't hear past the explosions, either the ones that already happened or the ones. You anticipate
See the former, paralyzes. Living life in the rear view mirror driving full speed across traffic into the center divider. So shell shocked you too stupid to duck when bullets are flying, Or the latter Your life a game of capture the flag. So focused on the finish line, you stepped right on a land mine. You so ready to attack the day Frustrated because you can't find your keys, focused on the meetings you're finna miss And the traffic you finna sit in to realize the you been holding your keys the whole time. Slow down You have been hypnotized by the possibility. Son, I couldn't hear past the bombs. The first one didn't kill me and the second one ain't even happened. Yet it ended our family

He told me a love story
Of a woman born before him
He said I new her before and at the moment of conception
There was an eternal connection
And although I didn't know it then, I'd fight for her affection
It's this war we been waging since day one of creation
And only when you lose her do you learn to appreciate her, like even
When Im with her, Im itching to get rid of her
And she only gives you one shot, blow it and she's gone
And I took advantage of her
Thats why Im telling you this
Son, you can't rusher or slow her down, you better keep here on her side
She will slip through your fingers
Like sand her name is Time
And she told me a secret
She said multitasking is a myth you ain't doin'anything good just everything awful
And she begged me to stop stretching her thin and stuffing her full, and stop being so concerned
With the old her and future her, but love her now
Her presence is Gods present, and you should be that, present

So I guess you could say
Well I guess I could say I've been through a divorce now
Me and my phone are no longer married