Love…
…is nearby when one writes to the other “I will go to walk around the capital thinking about you and me… once hold hands… walking together here”. Only an open heart can recognize another open heart.
From “Undercover” by Beth Kephart
Have you
ever watched
a leaf
leave a tree?
It falls
upward first,
and then
it drifts
toward
the ground,
just as I
find myself
drifting
towards you.
