Wednesday, May 12, 2010

wednesday sadness

crying into the soapy dishwashing water with the rain from the open window on my face. crying while listening to veronika dolina. crying on the cold and wet beach, under a sky of lead and a wind of ice. crying with my nose pressed against the third button from the top on marc's shirt. crying into my grand-father's handkerchief, inhaling for memory.

it's been almost a year. it feels like a wound that just won't heal. every time it might, i run into that which splits it right open again.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Wise words: 'gore ne beda...' (sorrow is not a misfortune). Feeling with you, Véro. hug, Sam