R, you were distant tonight. Far removed from an experienced reality. You were void.

For the first time ever I was unrecognisable to you.
You were sore on me, you were sore on yourself.
You couldn't see me tonight. You wouldn't allow yourself to look.

You couldn't see Me.


To live in this world, you must be able to do three things: to love what is mortal; to hold it against your bones knowing your own life depends on it; and, when the time comes to let it go, to let it go.
Mary Oliver