First quiet night alone.
Daisy Miller and white wine
[she] continues to travel the globe and I am back here.
I would trade sanity to regain full use of my hands
each letter is a twinge in my entire right arm.
Perhaps a walk is in order
She stormed out
we talked ourselves calm
no outlook to the future, just present pleasure
it’s not too late
not at all
if it takes another relationship, so be it
so few people seem worth loving, worth the time and effort.
“I don’t know what’s going on anymore and what’s gonna happen, and from what all you’ve said and done, neither do you.”
-For more in this series and the story behind it, see 13 years