When I try to imagine her presence,
I realise that I have no idea
What I am doing. How could I
Possibly fill a week with
Enough places, enough activities,
Enough words to entertain?

It is another page missing
From my copy of the manual;
Another aspect of living life, of
Being human, that I have
Never understood.

Perhaps it is not knowing
What to do, but knowing
How to be. Perhaps the words
That I missed reading were
“You are enough.”

She is my friend, so she would be
Enough for me: wherever we are
Would be special because she is
Special. Is it too much to hope
That I am special enough for her?

11/23/2018

Posted on 12/10/2018
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