Love letter # 533 When I look at you I become aware of the distance between hunger and feeding – which can be an ocean sometimes – and an ocean can be said to be made of tears – which is why we have sea walls. …But only when I notice. Which is why I…

Love letter # 518 We said no, even though we were on the cusp of yes. Looking at old phone footage – the way we interact, how close we stand, the way our bodies seem to signal a kind of unity – I see it clearly. More than ever. But it wasn’t to be. Our…

Love letter # 687 Was that you in the corner of the room? Is that why you kept looking across, your eyes seeming to invite connection? I rarely visit past haunts. They hold no attraction. Life moves in different orbits these days. Sometimes a few years will pass between returns. Each time the ghosts seem…

Love letter # 539 5:47pm. It is the precise colour of my love for you. The angle of the light is just about cutting me in two. The irrecoverable distance. The distance of my inability to say. The distance of your other life. I take solace in present company. Sunlight on a solitary stem of…

Love letter # 545 I saw you in the evening. You turned your golden head toward me. Eternity moving slow. Some things you remember with the circle of breath.

Love letter # 862 When you moved away, you took the world with you. A gutted replica remained. The outline of something, nearly nothing. I traversed the hollow streets – the excavated avenues – and how they did echo. The empty rooms we left behind. A resonant quiet in place of song. That was years…

Love letter # 519 Please wait, you said…and in the ark of patience I loved you…until the distance became just that…a space beyond traversing…and then another, a fire closer than hope and memory. Please forgive me…I failed the test of time and distance…looking across the chasm of waiting…desire dissolving in increments to a numb new…

On observing the brutality of time

A non-descript morning. Solo coffee, people watching. No hint of rupture. And then it happens. Two strangers. Him old, her young, side by side at the counter. I see him look at her. She does not flinch. Does not notice. He bows his head. I sense what he senses. The ocean. He scuffs along, elderly,…

I saw you look at stars

It was easy to see. You in your beautiful dress. Him sitting opposite, perhaps not noticing. On his phone. Your head turned slightly to the side, looking elsewhere. Maybe it was nothing. Could have been anything. What would I know? Then you saw me looking. You held my gaze long enough. A wave came over…

Love letter # 683 I remember everything. It has never left me. The sense of you nearby. I hear the sound of your footsteps; they echo in the valley of my love. I feel your body’s warmth, like the humid cloak of hot afternoons, wrapped around me. I reach into space. The air is your…