“My heart is afraid it will have to suffer,” the boy told the wise man.
Tell your heart that the fear of suffering is worse than the suffering itself. And that no heart has ever suffered when it goes in search of it’s dream.
—Paulo Coelho The Alchemist
Where Did You Go ?
I washed the sheets
still moist
from the last time
we made love.
The vacuum has removed your
hairs from the carpet.
Your scent has faded
from my room.
I no longer
melt into your mouth
or sleep, dreaming
into your eyes.
My first memory is
the moment we touched.
Will that too disappear?
Please tell me
I wasn’t dreaming.
Where did you go?
Photo Credit: Diana Vaux, Chaos, Tempora on Canvas, 20x36, 1999.