I don’t know why.

I don’t know why

And so I drink wine and sit in the sun, dozing off

I think I’m praying, maybe meditating — floating between sleep and awake

I know you will break me — my heart

And, I, always the willing participant

And I don’t know why

I should choose careful, protect my heart

But life is so short, fleeting, and I’m always unsure when or if I will ever see you again

So I dive, half drowning

Always willing to do it again

And I don’t know why

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