(Letters to my brothers and others) March 2005 to May 2007. |
5-15-05 It's normally never such a good idea. Hop in the car. Good-by. Good-by. You looked beyond imaginably perfect; raven's hair resting like curtains over a most picturesque window and brushing it back from your eyes to let your sunshine in. A day is not complete 'til the morning of you breaks clean. The scent is clear; you lingering in my grasp will carry me through every journey and every task I undertake. It isn't where or why as long as it's go go go on to the next trip, the next page, the new demons and newer sets of rules to break. I couldn't miss you less when you were here but taking you away is taking me apart. I'm saying less and stuttering more coherently 'cuz this means everything if anything means anything to you. In time you'll find yourself coming around and staying for good, you keep telling me, not rememb'ring it was I who promised you that as truth the first time we ever decided on separation by means of a couple's honest reparation. In the mirror you're smaller and smaller, becoming the biggest speck of life to shift around the tiniest existence of my heart, and there you go... there I go... there we go. I'm taking you with me everywhere that I can't forget. Let's see where this rattle snout takes me. I made a pledge, no matter what, thick or thin, good or bad, you're gonna be there. Wait and see. It's happened before, it'll happen again. We're always there. Wait and see. |