Love letter # 400
When I was there I could never have imagined being here. Now was not conceivable then. There was us. There was that. When a thing is burning – it is burning.
And now: remnants. Things that once were. Not even bones – just ash. And silence.
I look for your mark on me and find it faded. I have almost sweated you out. A few last drops. I think I can make it.
For you will always be inside me – you’re a part of who I am. Your voice is one of mine. When I am dancing – you are singing. And when I am flying I see your feathers.