To say…

Posted on by treetrunkrick

To say I no longer think of you is a lie,

But I have lied to myself many times,

Never to you.

To say I want to be with you is the truth,

And I tell myself the truth most of the time,

Always to you.

I have not figured out how to be the person

I want to be,

The person I want to be with you most of the time

If not always.

So I am here, instead, in words,

And images,

Showing you that love is a complicated mass of wiring

Which gets its power from us.

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If, theoretically, life begins at 100, I've hardly started. Let's go on this journey together toward crossgenerational understanding, even when we agree to disagree about the symbols we use to describe "journey" or anything else that we trust each other to accept as fact, fiction, or ether/either.