Next Year … Some Year (this year)

Millay was right when she said they all have lied. There hasn’t been any day, in any week, in any month – not a single day since then. I would take just one – a series of 24 successive hours where you don’t invade my heart thoughts. A solid sleep, a quiet morning, an inconsequential afternoon. AnContinue reading “Next Year … Some Year (this year)”

The exact equation

You know what else is funny? How the ache is so strong, you think it will never go away, that something set so deep couldn’t possibly fade. Then later comes along. At some point – later – you no longer feel what you used to feel.  And when you think about what you came through, you can’tContinue reading “The exact equation”