Memories of a Future
Venice Beach (California, USA), November 2018 I don’t know if I miss you or the memory of you, what I felt you were, what you meant to me. I don’t know if I miss you in these times so strange of enforced solitude, of cloistered harmony. I don’t know if I miss you or just your advice in these times so delicate to decide on futures. I don’t know if I miss you or the warmth of senses so often shared, so often found though barely seeking. I don’t know if I miss you, most likely I do, but I do know that I embrace lovingly, no holds barred, the person I am now, alone, cloistered, growing once again, complete in solitude, happy and alive.