“What happened to us? You are not the man who loved me harder than anyone has ever loved me. You are not the man I loved until my heart was on fire. You are not him anymore, where did he go?”
You, have reminded me of all that I have to lose when I fly. Into the windy tones and voices of the world. The life of a wander wants for the solidity and the knowingness of another human heart. You made me see that. Thank you.
I’m thinking about last night. I’m thinking about the way we sat in the dark empty tavern, happy, drinking, laughing. Tired, poor, but together. Together in all we’d seen, and together in pretending this terrible morning was not going to come, ever.
It’s funny. The smell of the ocean. Sweet, hot wind and sun-baked seaweed cooling as the sky darkens and steaming up the air with its salty, musty, stinging breath. And how it looks. Like dominant and crashing and determined.