340.

Sometimes, in the midst
of passion, I imagine
you shaping my soul.

339.

Love, so often, feels
like neglect when memory
is left to decay.

338.

How impervious
we are to inflicting pain
always amazes.

337.

The hollow ache of
knowing you will feel
like I do, echoes.

336.

It feels like nothing
could ever matter unless
it came between us.

335.

A day etched out in
memory for what freedom
usually costs.

334.

Whenever we're not
together, the world is stopped.
Stasis when apart.