We strain together, harder than we dared.
(Gillian Clarke)
+ I thought of you continuously (...) Your ordinariness was renewed there. +
Time is a ribbon around my finger, and I rewind it - until I recreate every corner, every touch, every sensation - intensified and diluted - but I am unable to find that warmth in which I can wrap at night, I am unable to find that knife edge that cut into me, that silly, silent bravery.
**I was alone in a sea of mist, and nobody missed me.