November 27, 2011 § 2 Comments
The years apart have tied them to others. Ropes secure distances and knives cut into love. Such things are hard to tell to strangers. And then there has been bad luck too. Bad luck which can’t be won. They cry. They blame. They wait. They wake up in the middle of the night in hope, in horror, or pain. These things are hard to tell to strangers.