Emotional or cultural references in most narratives of a life stop short of stumbles & confusions or mistakes or whatevers. We were younger & more innocent then when.... These days I'm a vine-like thing reaching for the moon just hanging there moping. Yes
here while old worlds end. YES life does continue. Yes it's thick & rich despite....
Back then we both knew we were "entitled" as well as "privileged" just by having life at all but but - NOW - right NOW - there's sorting through your many fevered notes of what to do when & then & this & that .... These constant tellings of your love & care. I grieve
while doing messy paperwork. Once upon a time we could we would both laugh at doing what seemed impossible.
