July, 2000
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Hallucination or Illumination?
I slept a little this afternoon and woke quickly.
I felt your kiss on my forehead.
You whispered,
"I love you, Jackie".
It was so real.
I walked the world with curious eye, seeking secrets in the shadows, a smile amidst the tears, finding gold in the palaces of the treetops. And on my journey of many places there were traces of a Persian fragrance, whisperings on the wind, a faraway call - until I found the key.
Cataclysmic is the only word to describe the loss of you.
Logic tells me that I didn't suit you. My reason understands this. My heart disagrees.
I love you so much that the very idea that I was not the match for you means I have to let you go.
