In the Dark
“Something about the 2 o’clock hour makes me miss you”, says a draft from August 21st. Nine months later, I can’t say for certain who “you” are. The first one? The second? The one I pushed and pushed? Or the only woman I was ever supposed to need?
Are “you” me? A younger version, a woman filled with confidence and an unparalleled fearlessness?
Will I ever know?
Will I always happen in the dark? Will you, whoever you are, bring back the light?