Now I see no way but a clean break. I add that I am willing to bear the guilt. You nod assent.
Autumn turns windy, huge, A clear vase of dry leaves vibrating on and on.
We sit, watching. When I next speak Love buries itself in me, up to the hilt. James Merrill A short, sad and lovely poem that perfectly illustrates the inexplicable complications of emotional bonds. Anyone who has ever been in a relationship must have felt like this at sometime. And 'up to the hilt' perfectly captures both the depths and the pain.