One must talk. That's how it is. One must.
Very early in my life it was too late.
All that remains of that minute is time in all its purity, bone-white time.
I acquired that drinker's face before I drank. Drink only confirmed it. The space for it existed in me.
Even so you have managed to live that love in the only way possible for you. Losing it before it happened.
In a thousand years time this day will have existed for a thousand years to the day. And the ignorance of the whole world about what they've said today will have a date too.