this is me, on the metro; at the traffic lights - in the passenger seat, in the driver's seat; crossing the bridge; at the coffee shop; on the expressway; turning the corner.
there is a palpable aura of loss. hanging over all of us. when was the last time i saw you?.. when will be the next time i do? what have we lost? what will be the next thing we lose? i move heavily now.
i won't give you any shit.
i won't hurt. i won't be selfish. i won't tire. i won't love. i won't demand.
i will understand. i will be patient. i will be happy. i will be gentle. i will be silent.
