Tomorrow it will be Osaka, and then Taipei. I carry your memory as tall as Tokyo tower. “Will I see you again…I wish I could see you again…”
We say these things to one another and I feel like we are a pair of fish in a barrel of time. Easy targets.
How much I miss you! How I liked it when you held my hand as we walked towards the taxi! I am so far away from you, and though none of my travels are now bringing me closer to you, the very movement makes me homesick for you. Does it happen to you? Lateral movements digging deeper, seizing, arresting, creating heart attacks. My heart attacking you and your heart mine. Abstract hearts, real attacks. Sledgehammers.
The memory continues here: Women in Love.