Writers Jam

“How are you?”

“How are you?”

“How are you?”

Three words, rippling across the form of time. A safety net in case the next part of this conversation falls through.

Not to say, I don’t mean the questions I ask. Not to mean, I am only trying to get something out of you.

But there’s a swelling in my soul that paints my skin gold with the warmth that wants nothing more than to encompass you. And I fear that if I leave it for my fingers to touch the static in the air between us will turn explosive, and what good will it do to have burnt you?

So for lack of a better means Of keeping you from the cold What other choice of words do I have than the three of “How are you?”