Standing outside, waiting for the door to open. A glance, a meeting of the eyes, the surprise of acknowledgement, the undoing of my soul.
She is everything good.
How many times will I lose this beloved?
I am the loss of love a thousand times. A child asks, when will I die?
This is who I am:
Finding my way, finding my life, finding my life as my way.
Listen: our dignity and our chances are one. We were in love with change and the possibility enlightenment was real.