Solitude Dear X,
I'm always meeting people whom
I think are you. I don't know
if it's a relief or a disappointment
to discover they're not. Maybe
both. Maybe it's reassuring to think
of each person my feeling are
mistaken for as being one more
step towards you. Maybe sometimes
it's difficult not to wonder if
I have met you, already,
after all.
Yours,
Shoshana Meigh  ¶ 11:54 PM