Sunday, August 5, 2012
i didn't want to waste the paper writing this note. All those trees, chopped, loaded. lost forever.
for grocery lists, good-bye notes, for solving math. for bad poetry, unfinished novels, restaurant menus, passports, gun licenses, marriage licenses. I decide against paper.
emailed her instead then sent a text for good measure. words in the wind. arrows shot in the dark to see where they land. all this silence. all those memories. I wake for you. I sleep in the restless sea.
Everything from our bank accounts, to our health, to the reckless strangers we let go, to luck , to the love of our life. It's all hit or miss.