Dear You

You will never get this.  Neither literally nor figuratively.  You won’t.

I see now where I am coming from.  I see where you are coming from.  There’s a reason you  attempt relationships with people on continents other than your own.  Its why I attempt relationships with people who are always leaving.  It felt different this time, with you, but it was the same in the end.  Just a different wrapping.  A most inviting one.


I don’t hate you.  Well at least not anymore.  The bad feelings are almost all gone.


miriam briks

painting by Miriam Briks