posted Wednesday, November 27, 2013 at 4:35pm
I saw you sitting in the library you were wet, chill and bedraggled with beautiful dark hair, beard and eyes, reading a book on edible wilds. My heart skipped a beat. I asked you to come home with me and you did. We talked art, you made art, we took long walks. You drank all my coffee as we discussed the Four Agreements - you said think before you speak, words are important, words can hurt. You are right, three weeks later when you left,you took the bus to Vancouver, never to come back. I received a poem from you which begins with "Some things do not fit together " those words did/do hurt. I think you are wrong because I miss you each and every day. Although it was only three weeks I feel as though 1/2 of me is missing. If you read this consider writing to say it's time to come back...
WhenMonday, August 26, 2013
Cochrane, ON Public Library