"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



Sunday, June 22, 2014

I Will Miss You


I will miss you

Like an August night on a January morning

Or how I long for more words in a beautiful novel

After the last page has been read


I want to feel you like a poem

Written on my body

I want to photograph you

While the light of morning dances on your skin


Then press the poem and the light between us

To keep safe our story

When the night comes

To steal away our moments of time

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