the measure of loss

“Why does love hurt so much?”

“Because it’s real.”

an apology

I arrive

a village of vineyards and cobble stones

“a true connection beyond language”

 

 

But what are “quiet phases of life”?

Do people in the village possess any pretensions

or only know what’s true love?

 

I care when the East Coast is buried in snow.

I love you

I’m sorry I can bring only a pink opal.

 

note: Yo Yo Ma’s music for your heart:http://youtu.be/LtiIpIJ5J2Q