This is not the first time I’ve cried, hoping no one would come to the door, hoping that what was didn’t have to be. So much for transcending this veil of tears. Thoughts of her play country in my mind – sad song snippets of love that is no more. Was it ever, really?
Second rise to minutes to hours, to “how many days before this hurt winds down?”
I enjoyed the act of giving, of considering another person as equal to my own. For what purpose? Is it just bodies, electric/magnetic fields or the bait of nature that balance would feel in the arms of another. Why are we drawn to pairs?