"holy trinity"
she says, "there is bliss in emptiness." naturally i feel
as though i am vanishing; that
i was born in her
thoughts. she touched her body the way sunshine lay
itself across a child's cheek. her skin showed varying
gradients of
loss. her, simply sublime in her despair. and my pursuit of
her happiness that had been disappointing and elusive. my
eyes held the bits of light as
she asked an overwhelming question: "will what once was ever
happen again?" i gave her the sketch of our dream house and
shut my eyes. i have spent so much time away from home.
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