January 3rd, 2014

by The Editor

I already know. It’s over. He will be well, I will be well, but it will be separately…life is such a cruel equation of wins and losses. Don’t tell, but I loved him…I really did. I saw all the Christmas mornings, a differently-abled child, making love into the sunset of our lives… All the heartbreaking pain with the person who carries your limp body onto the beach. I saw it…I’ve lost it. I hoped he was my fabric; but he’s silk, and suede and woman’s skin. So I will swim the channel alone; and my victory or failure is only mine. And I will kiss that beach…and no one will bar my lips. I am the island. I am the naive hopeful who wishes we were all angels…but we aren’t

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