"The world breaks every one and afterward many are strong at the broken places. But those that will not break it kills. It kills the very good and the very gentle and the very brave impartially. If you are none of these you can be sure it will kill you too but there will be no special hurry."
~ Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell To Arms



"Our lives disconnect and reconnect, we move on, and later we may touch one another, again bounce away. This is the felt shape of a human life, neither simply linear nor wholly disjunctive nor endlessly bifurcating, but rather this bouncey sequence of bumping into's and tumblings apart."
~ Salman Rushdie, The Ground Beneath Her Feet



Friday, June 13, 2014

I Search


I search...

For you

On deserted roads

On the blank pages of time

Where I write and expect you to appear


I search…


In the space between here and there

In the quiet corners of dimly lit cafes

In dreams during mid-afternoon naps

In Pubs while drinking beer and whiskey shots

In the melody of beautiful songs

In the words of a novel

In the cadence of a poem

In my bed between soft sheets

In my bruised heart

In the whispers of the wind

In the roar of a waterfall

In a strangers smile

In my empty arms

In waiting

I search...



 

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