Clyde: What Happens When An Atheist And An Ex Mormon Walk Into A Bar?

The bartender looks up and says, what is this? Some kinda joke? Then we look at each other, knowing we have suffered and life itself is a joke. It has to be. What is not a joke is the love felt between two strangers whom have never met. Joined by words, poetry, prose and cosmic familiarity. Muse's of hope and dreams for better tomorrow's. Tragically bonded, yet finally understood. Neither caring that curiosity killed the cat. Knowing that the cat at least had answers before meeting it's demise. Let's promise to one another to live until we get to share at least one last laugh. Eye to eye. You've peeked my interest. Enough to be in the know. The land where fear is unknown. My heart breaks with each beat. Cracks formed together, repaired with the glue of hope instilled by your love. Longing for your embrace. An embrace I would know to be true and gentle. I shake at the thought of....... let's save that for after midnight letters. Thoughtfully yours, Bonnie