Is it possible to remember the details?
It was February 1977 - what day? Who knows . . . somewhere in that 28 days we said good-bye and left our crazy world forever. We couldn't get it back - we tried - more than once. I remember your coat - plaid - you wore it often. Your glasses, your face, your hair, your lips - god, I loved you. You brought me cigarettes - 2 packs. I have no memory of Willie Nelson, Blue Eyes Crying in the Rain - you said it was raining - we were both destroyed. I went back to the room I was moving out of and on the orange carpeted floor, among the piles of boxes, I screamed at GOD - "please, don't ever let me see her again if this is wrong!"
It was over, done - or was it? I went on. You went on. Contact happened, back and forth, push and pull. I honestly lost track of how many times you pulled me close and pushed me away based on your need to do what you felt was right. The way the tapestry thread of our love wove in and out of my life is something I look back on and smile. It's gold and shiny and soft and loving. I love you. There are no conditions attached. I just love you.
