unrequited, unfulfilled, lost, desired, needed . . . it’s complicated.
once you know it, have found it, it’s with you forever – an indelible mark on your soul.
the source may leave, but it is always present.
i guess it’s actually very simple.
love never fails.
every february this floral tribute appears on a tree near our home.
i wonder why . . . a memorial to love tragically lost, a gesture for a love still here . . . i’ve conjured a hundred possibilities in my mind.
it’s vibrant, even in the depth of winter.
it’s what remains.