You and I both loved

“Cause you and I both loved What you and I spoke of And others just read of Others only read of the love, the love that I love.”  The economic beauty of a song lyric. The last line of a poem. The way it hits – da-DUM! – that heart thud reveal. It’s why weContinue reading “You and I both loved”

Differently

Sometimes I remember differently. I was thinking it might be the same for you. Not the usual memories rolled across the fingertips and turned about. Not the ones worn down and through and out. Sometimes these. The heart-in-throat promise of opening doors. Arms, and falling against your neck. The sand-plane of your skin and distanceContinue reading “Differently”

How we end it

I could never have imagined, one year ago, where we would be now. The first steps leading to the next, and how we all catch up to our ending, eventually. It’s never the big things, Ben. Never a catastrophe that starts it. That’s why they talk of butterflies and their wings. A tiny flutter, aContinue reading “How we end it”

In every beginning an ending is written …

“What we call the beginning is often the end. And to make an end is to make a beginning. The end is where we start from.” – TS Eliot, Four Quartets I’m a better person for knowing you. For this invitation into your world, and the people you loved. I know why they loved youContinue reading “In every beginning an ending is written …”