Lets stop running into each other this way

Misery is not seeing you and still there is no agony as great as your face at my door and no bliss compares to looking up to see your smiling face  there out of the blue

Flowers and Strawberries by Felix Vallotton

The Crush

You make of me a relic

A sort of dutiful pillar planted in quicksand but in time I’ll be covered

Hidden from sight

Forgotten by you

Only to be excavation and made valuable

Still it wouldn't have mattered for you would have been long gone

All but for the bits of you that remains a part of me

My love,

Simone