Sometimes serious

Ever since you have left I have had to reconstruct the story of a river from fine, fertile alluvium. A river i'd thought wouldn't end, keep providing meaning, energy fertility and flow. Dried up. I'm having to put myself in context of our history. To other people. You are the one golden thread that explains my existence, my experience that core which runs through my being that is all you have now become from a person of breath and flesh. You now live in the history that i am responsible for reconstructing. Brick by brick you are now legend and our life together is only footprints in wet cement permanence in my lonely heart.

The single strongest story of your life can pop out any second There will be a line summarizing hundreds of days describing millions of events One line will wrap a bow around your skin and discard contradictory experience You are here. Leading the social life of a domino A canvas of causality Waiting for a trigger, to be a trigger pass on to another No wonder when more generations pass on their weight on to more generations dominos fall faster and more forcefully than they did. Gravity turns into a force stronger for the tree than it was to the first leaf of fall.