Your whole life you'll always be saying goodbye.
Don't let that keep you from loving.
The couch was warm and generous as I watched two bodies lost in a conversation and visceral hunger, t'was the story the longing of sorts, then I drifted to sleep. The clicking of the fan and an empty screen woke me up from the edge of sleep filled with random pictures of memories so fleeting. The credits have rolled with a dash of a Spanish sonata and the movie has ended, I am left thinking how death would have tasted.
Life has been kind.
Spell Marie Digby
