474: Patagonia part 13 (every hair on your head)
by Danny James
I can’t bear how I used to distract or calculate every feeling away.
There is a fracture of the spirit I cannot repair – an emptiness in the heart where once would inhabited a confidence knowing you were there. Your memory dances around it, but only your presence could mend it.
I just miss you.
I wonder, did you know how I would miss you?
Every hair on your head, every smile you couldn’t hide. Your hurricane thoughts behind sun-shower eyes. You name is in the skies of all the people who can’t find you. Every lake and every field that you showed me. All the places you illuminated in me. I love you.