Love letter # 678

We are never so alone as when we impose loneliness on ourselves. As we have done with our various refusals.

It took a moment of magic to bring us together, but that was followed by a marathon of detail, a slow adding up of insistence.

Now here we are. Stranded. With our clutter and our secrets. Inspiration replaced by obligation.

Wisdom suggests that we should let things go; yet what should remain? Lines in the sand? Levers of control? The thousand unthinking habits?

That’s what I should have let go, rather than the beauty I once shared with you.