Let go of this fretful thirst and take the gifted seeds of love, consume them and cast them aloft. Every moment spent searching for the missing is another moment in the stagnant pools of expectations, breeding parasites, welcoming pathogens of despair. How to confront death if i ve hoarded my sympathies? In this light, I take these kisses, the litany of I love yous, reassurance of twilight touches and heed them with reservoirs of veneration.
