Yesterday I mentioned that once upon a time I wrote snippets of poetry. That time coincided to when I met the man who would share my life, and some of the snippets I wrote are poignant to me now because they chronicle my first feelings for him. A private man, he would be appalled that I am writing about him, but I didn't want his life to pass unnoticed by all but me. Though written long ago, this bit still fits him:
you give
(not lightly
the figments of this world
but)
your reality
and your...
Published on March 31, 2010 14:56