I wonder if later I will forgive myself for having denied my loved ones demonstrations of my loving them. I was too busy demonstrating myself to the universe. I was too busy turning strangers into sites of worship.

“You will always remember what you were doing / when it hurt the most.”

“Your body is a map I know every inch of, and if anyone else were to kiss me, all they would taste is your name.”

“Here I am, awake but I am deeply lost in endless dreams of you.”

“You cannot make everyone think and feel as deeply as you do. This is your tragedy, because you understand them but they do not understand you.”

“Her body carries clouds all the way home.”

“Time was passing like a hand waving from a train I wanted to be on. I hope you never have to think about anything as much as I think about you.”

“Even when I’m dead, I’ll swim through the 
earth 
like a mermaid of the soil, just to be next to your bones.””

“In the depths of the forests your image pursues me.”

“the brief scent of the dying flowers smote me like the clean quick cut of a knife. And the blood of love welled up in my heart with a slow pain.”

“Pain engraves a deeper memory”

“She – just kept her thoughts to herself. She just –”