Love letter # 172
In the autumn of your ardour I am already starving. The tide has turned. Inexorable momentum.
And today – your scalpel tongue. Almost vivisecting. Leaving a bruise.
Things are different now. The space between us has changed. Light has become the memory of light.
And we cannot change each other back.
We’re here now. What next?
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