I can feel the tears gathering just before dropping. I promised, I think; I haven’t forgotten. But the thought is tangled, not quite mine. There is something lingering behind the words, just out of sight, a shifting. I promised and the words grow, fill in, turn solid and thick. I think: I love you I love you I love you and feel my jaw opening without my say-so, the words forced out into the space in front of me. IloveyouIloveyouIloveyouIloveyou.
