[memory] Visits When It Is Hungry, Not

Perhaps People Ought To Feel With More Imagination.

Listen- All That She Was Then, All That She Is Now, Those Gestures, Everything I Remember But Won't Or Can't Articulate Anymore, The Perfect Words That Are Somehow Made Imperfect When Used To Describe Her And All That Should Remain Unsaid About Her- It Is All Unsupported By Reason. I Know That. But That Enigmatic Calm That Attaches Itself To People In The Presence Of Reason- It's Something From Which I Haven't Been Able To Take Comfort, Not Reliably, Not Since Her.

I Used To Be A Child. It Came Naturally To Me. I Was An Adult For A Time, Too. That Came Less Naturally.

He Sits In His Car At Traffic Lights On His Way Out Sometimes And Tries To Estimate How Many Times He Has Sat Here, Waiting At These Traffic Lights On His Way Somewhere Without You, Hoping To Meet Someone With The Capacity To Consign You To An Anecdote, To Be Eventually Confused With Others

You Know You're In Love With Somebody When You Wake Up Next To Them, Comfortable Despite Your Breath Smelling Like The Week-old Water At The Bottom Of A Vase, When You Are Terribly Excited To See Them, To Talk To Them Again, Having Missed Them After All That Sleep.