I've been writing again, and that's been good. Like slipping into an old skin. Comfortable. Here we go...back to the beginning...
Sorting
When you hear the poets
on the radio
You will think
I should write something
About
What doesn’t change
No matter who you marry
Or how you love them
Or why
How the memory of that first airport embrace
Lingers
And is still yours to cherish
Even after all this time.
You will love some differently than others
No one tells you this.
You will love for new reasons
And old longings
You will love for safety and for courage
You will love wholeheartedly
And you will love for memory’s sake
I promise you, this is true.
2008-05-09 - 1:18 p.m.
