Sometimes you work so hard because you feel it’s worth so much. Sometimes you don’t work enough. Sometimes you run because it’s not what you wanted. Sometimes you slow and relent. Sometimes it’s the love you forget. You discard your heart as spent. Sometimes it’s the hate you love, thrashing…

When I seek to warm my heart, I remember the glitter in your eyes. But when I seek to warm my soul, I remember the flutter on your thighs. …

When the moon has gone, and the stars have ceased to shine, even then my heart will be thine.

Today I held you up and you hung your princess ornament from one of the lithe Christmas Tree branches. You placed the gnome in the flower bed — facing the house — and his mushroom along the steps. Both where people outside would go “whoo”.

Two nights ago, we went walking, looking for houses with Christmas lights. You neither minded the cold, nor the distance.

All those things undone for bad passengers would leave you with different squalls along similar sunsets.