I’ve come by, she says, to tell you
that this is it. I’m not kidding, it’s
over. this is it.
I sit on the couch watching her arrange
her long red hair before my bedroom
she pulls her hair up and
piles it on top of her head-
she lets her eyes look at
then she drops her hair and
lets it fall down in front of her face.
we go to bed and I hold her
speechlessly from the back
my arm around her neck
I touch her wrists and hands
feel up to
don’t say i love you with saying it out loud
it’s hard so i won’t say it all
and i won’t stay very long
but you are the light i needed all along
The highest function of love is that it makes the loved one a unique and irreplaceable being.
Jitterbug Perfume, Tom Robbins