Other Hours
Have you ever wondered what people are like when you’re not with them? Your husband/wife, boyfriend/girlfriend, lover, friend, family, someone you’ve just met, or people you correspond with on the Internet… what do they do when you’re not in the
moment with them? What do they do in the
other hours. Do they wonder what you’re doing as well? What kind of music do they listen to? What are they reading? How do they spend their time? What makes them tick? What brings them joy? What causes them sorrow? Who are they thinking of? What is it that makes them ‘them’ that I end up spending hours wondering about every nuance of their personalities, hopes, dreams, and fears. When you’re thinking of a person, missing them, are they thinking of you too? When I’m alone, I’m plagued by memories of moments and conversations and I wonder how I fit in… if the moments mattered as much to the other person. If I
mattered.
I talked to a friend who lives up north last night who I haven’t talked to in a couple of months. Time had gotten away from both of us, and we had much to catch up on.
“I’ve been thinking about you.” My friend said.
Five words that amaze me! Someone was actually thinking of me??
“I’ve been thinking of you too.” I sincerely replied.
I’m sure this is probably not an isolated occurrence, it’s just that most people don’t often express this to me. We all tend to take little statements like that for granted and we don’t even realize how much of a difference they can make when spoken. Or how much sometimes we need to hear them.
A friend recently wrote in an email:
“Don't let me bug you. You can tell me to take that long walk on that very short pier.”
To which I replied:
“You're not bugging me... :) I enjoy the conversations we have.”
I think the more you tell people that they
matter-- the more
you matter to them in the other hours.
I wanted to share one of my favorite
Harry Connick Jr. songs,
Other Hours, where he wonders, as I do, (and expresses better than I could) what the other person is like in the
other hours…
Other Hours
Who are you in the other hours
When your hair’s undone and your
guard’s let down
When you’re all alone in your
all-night gown
Are you the life of the party then
Sitting by yourself, again
Where are you in the other hours
Are you in a secret place that calls
When you’re by yourself
within your walls
Are you undressed with
someplace to go
Off to catch your private show
Why do you greet the morning
Draping your heart in a shroud
Why must your life be a side show
Played to an ignorant crowd
How are you in the other hours
Do you pray for the
morning to arrive
Do you wonder how
you can stay alive
Are you at peace in a
troubled mind
Hoping no one else will find
You’re only playing dumb
‘Till the other hours come
Who do you think you’re fooling
Turning your face from the light
Clearly, you’re turning from
something
Better revealed by the night
What are you in the other hours
Are you queen of song
abandon poem
Thinking how your crown of jewels
had shown
You’re sitting there with no one
to rein
You think no one sees your pain
And no one hears your drum
So the other hours come
I received this comment from
SM... I loved it and with his permission am sharing it with you.
In my other hours ,
I carry with me a little of the other
A memory, a celeberation, a moment
Even that forgotten little argument
Carry it all with bigger smile
At the thought of being with her again
After my other hours.
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