Inspiration 7.0

[tracilicious]

When I felt love, I didn't need to send you an email telling you to leave me alone already, and then leash up the dog at one in the morning.

When I felt love I didn't need to step onto the two mile dirt path that winds past the playground and the sleeping ducks with the ipod blasting loud to cover the static of thought.

When I felt love I didn't look at the full circle moon and wonder if eternity could possibly be as grueling as Presence.

When I felt love I didn't have to stand still and watch you self-destruct in a ritual way, me unwilling to throw a stick in your spin.

When I felt love I didn't reach the end of the path and think that maybe if I kept on walking until the dogs' toenails were nubs and my converse were tatters of cloth and rubber, that I'd be whole again, and I could return home another person.

When I felt love I didn't stare at the darkness on the edge of the path and then turn around, knowing that I'd turn the front knob as the same person I was yesterday and will be in the morning.

When I felt love I didn't wonder if one can ever feel love as sharply as one feels loss.