I long for you in ways that only you can understand. I am not ready understand them. Understanding would pursue my longing and hunt it down and destroy it. I am a feeling only you can carry and you are the verse of a song. I was moved at the first pass of it. I don’t dare listen again should I lose the subtext and context of that first moment I felt it go by; that first moment I felt you go by; you a breeze that calls all the other breezes into the submission of my only memory.
jP2022 July
