I know I’ll remember his absence
. I scold myself for aiming to be alone and for ending up full of this nothing
and I hold my face at night when no one is around to pity
me and I cry for no reason…”Tears, Idle Tears
…” and sometimes they are idle.
causes so many changes in me, and through him I can see myself, determine my fault
s and attempt to repair them. He means so much to me after so little time, and of course, I denied it until I smiled at his eyes and I melted
and was lost…
When did I write it in stone
that I was meant to be alone?
I don’t remember ever doing it, but something inside me is screaming, like a red traffic signal
, but all reds change green eventually, do they not?
Standing by the waterfall
, I threw dog wood petals
into the water
and thought about their legend with Jesus
, and watched them disappear as I prayed to the blueberry
sky that he would come home and be the same as he had been when he left.