It is not that I really love her anymore.
It is that the connection between us
-the slender, silken thread that was my lifeline,
the incandescent electric arc that gave me light and warmth-
was itself the third person in the relationship.
And it is the death of that third person that I am grieving.
memories of skin + snow
Sunday, November 28, 2010
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