Number Four, to be truthful,I expected moreFor farewells than spitefulMails — A running sore.
I crossed you in the hallway& nothing came — words a poor substitute for knowing.
‘A nightingale falls in love with the rose.The whole love affair begins with just one look from God.’ Yunus…
Wednesday Wisdom with Emily Dickinson
It is rarely deliberate,but each one tests the otherin the litmus test of love
And what did I want?Two cylinders of foam& three new razors — you threw in some aftershave for good measure.