Thirst for Salt

by Madelaine Lucas

How could I not be hung up on the past, I wanted to say to my mother, when so many things I’d loved had been left behind there?

known happiness whose underside was loss.

What continues to surprise me, and what I still don’t understand, is not the reasons that love ends but the way that it endures.

searches for places online, properties for sale. It never really goes away, the longing for the life not lived, because isn’t that part of how we come to know ourselves too? Through what we lack as much as what we have, all we dream but do not hold. Some desires have no resolution.