gifts blown cherry Given one at a time, each gift treasured and adored til the next one came floating my way. But now, so many all at once, continually showering me for days on end, and all of a sudden you are gone, not left, just not here, and my heart has forgotten how to beat. Like I've just returned from the Easter Show, so many show bags, and so many new toys, I don't know which gift to play with first. So inevitably I turn to old thoughts, the little weekend outside of reality too much to deal with right now. I re-read old letters, again for the nth time, let my heart bleed. Bleed some more. Wonder if you could ever give gifts like that to me. Hoping you'll maybe give me just a few more minutes outside of reality when you come home. 020722 ... tender_square who am i to pick bleached fronds from tiered skirts and send to the city compost when birds use those ribbons to make gifts of their nests? 220703 what's it to you? who go blather from