| better words . . . . here there and everywhere |
I wrote a letter to a friend I haven't seen in 5 years. It's gone. Sent off with bills four days ago. I can't take any of it back- the admission that I missed her, my name signed with "love" above it. Maybe it will arrive at the wrong address. Maybe she'll never get it. * * * Sylvia- that strange, unnatural closeness we shared has left me feeling desperate these days. I look for it, in things, in people, and never quite find it. You and I, we were damaged in just the right way. We fit together. Our scars became seams. |
better places . . . . over under and through |