But as human beings we need others. He remarked, “I want you,” – that’s a perception of me as object. We want a car, we want a computer. We need other humans – and that is the definition of love to me. Giving of yourself of love – not only the romantic kind of love, but the love we give of ourselves even when things seem the darkest. I told him I need you – in response.
Tag: cancer and relationships
I’ve traveled, watched places unfold under me, as shirts from beleaguered cases onto hangers. Many streets left behind and those right in front reveal a tourist’s gift, unspoken surprises. Bread, wine, flowers in paper wound in twine. On my watch, my time, grows long, The farther away from the terminal, Smaller and blurred with
I. Morning draws up the tired day, yet not even dawn. The barely risen sun climbs upon the horizon stretching Warm fingers that weave tightly into wisteria climbs. Roses, garden royals, heads bob on their thin thorny limbs. Flowers bloom from rains upon our backyard crop, Turned earth evicts a few worried worms. I find Solitude