I once thought all of the good had left the world once you weren’t in mine anymore. I once thought good and love would never again come. But now I have my son, who is proof this was untrue. Now I have my son, who my world revolves around. So if you’re ever thinking of me some weird Sunday you decide to remember God or Love or both, just know that I am in the throes of love, real and true. I know you said you’d always care about me, as though to let me go once and for all, but this is the measure of how far love goes and how it translates into new blooms and how it settles in the fingers like moving, kinetic sand, clarity and truth the solid and time slipping through like silicone. Though I loved you dearly, we never were as grand, as deep, as all this. Yet I still hear your voice through static worn old with cobwebs and distance and time. And God only knows the meaning of all that. I hope you find this in some indirect and inoffensive way.
Erika
