Like A. Fulton's "From Our Mary To Me" in Dance Script with Electric Ballerina, page 7-9
I want to feel autumn in New York, the state where I spent the most time in my life before the age of eight. Met someone there, always thought we'd meet again, and was upset because I did not say someone should abruptly leave that way. Honored to know you again if you came back, but also wonder how will we know if we're supposed to talk about it and if so how long will it take? I haven't been back there in such a long time...
No comments:
Post a Comment