morning night and noon the traffic moves through and the murder and treachery of friends and lovers and all the people move through you. pain is the joy of knowing the unkindest truth that arrives without warning. life is being alone death is being alone. even the fools weep morning night and noon.

we had such tremendous fun and much agony together for some years

when the phone rings I too would like to hear words that might ease some of this.

I loved you like a man loves a woman he never touches, only writes to, keeps little photographs of.

Drink from the well of yourself and begin again.

The years have gone by quickly. Death sits in the seat next to me. We make a lovely couple.

I was an Agnostic. Agnostics didn't have much to argue about.