I gave away your jean jacket, your favorite sweater sportcoat, cashmere sweater… Your bomber jacket from the 80’s – to Garris. Boxed up…sent…
Your Top hat, boa and linen vest to lola…along with a painted rock. boxed and sent – to someone who never met you and only relation is her sexuality and me – I guess I’m introducing her to you – the way you viewed life… boxed – mailed…
I can’t wake up today…I feel at a loss and want to jump out of my skin… this week of rain and the deluge of yesterday has my spirit a wet flannel suit that is uncomfortable and heavy…
I’m not hungry…hope is at a low level…
I want to curl up next to you, my love..
Drawers are becoming empty and the closets are thinning…footprints – you’re footprints are dissapearing…you remain.
my heart aches for you…and you… and you…