my love,

How do you do it, enter a room and make it seem the sun has sighed? You enter a room and everything changes, you enter a room and everything comes into focus? You dash about, you pause, you fix this, add to it, remind yourself of the next step, move on again. And any direction you go, every place you arrive, you belong. It softens, it accepts you, yearns for you, it becomes home. Not “a home” but home. As if you were always already there. A parking lot at an airport, a horse carriage ride in central park, an apartment in Albany, a hotel in Paris, a casino in Atlantic City, a house that we could not buy. Anywhere, everywhere. It isn’t so much it accepts you, but it is healed. You heal the rough edges, the dings, the nicks, the pock marks. I cannot bear to live in a world where the sun does not find you. I cannot bear to be in a world without your grace. I cannot bear to be anywhere without you. I cannot bear to live a life without you breathing life into it

Love,

me