wander in the honeycomb

For the last time I stood on the shore of my dream. I caught her exposed and in the dark and the salt and the rain we were able to have one last intimate moment. Her breath was cool and her eyes were dark. I stood on the side of our road performing ceremony. I in clothes to keep my blood hot and my heart skipping beats. She hummed in the chords of the wood frogs, toads, and peepers. 

The wind so wide.

The fog so fine.

A palette very simple. 

A warm grey.

A party in purgatory.

A fond farewell.

She so dark.

She so blind.

Me, my love, and I

say goodbye

Then my mom drove me almost all the way back. All I can remember is setting my alarm and then laying down on the couch. I know there was so much more, but I have not had sleep enough to recall any of it. At least not now. 

Slowly I woke up. Passover was a bright day. But cold. I made it to dinner, and it was everything so much more than I expected. Fun, funny, flirts, and food. I made some bets, and lost. Made a date for trivia night. Not with anyone in particular, though I have to admit I did hope. Had plans for drinks after dinner, but they did not go according to plan. For the weekend's final twist, a comedic tragedy. Justin really let me have it. I don't know that I deserved it, but I am grateful anyways. I really value perspective, and do not feel I have ever had enough. I would like to feel very far away. I feel I am a stranger.