when I’m not there, it warms you and comforts you – a big red armchair.
when you aren’t here, I wait to see you and look forever.
my love for you … became the nature:
I rank you among things I love more than people:
the sea, fall foliage, poems or rain on bridges, sunlit museums…
you are given to me – to hold, to carry – in the palms. In the arms. and my hands will never be empty again.