I have been trying to gather my friends like a fistful of yarn, loose ends everywhere. I read their blogs and swallow the selfish fear that their new presents leave no room for remembrances. I suppose, as Julia Roberts said in My Bestfriend's Wedding... with all the partings and gatherings, gatherings and more partings, "the world is just as it should be ".

Moving, leaving people behind, staring at the telephone, rethinking... Finally deciding on the most ineffective form of communication -- a monologue.

Save the apology
There is nowhere to go from there.
Take my abruptness instead
And hold no grudge.
I have fingered this hesitation
Everyday
Every other day.
I bought stationary with golden lining
For the unwritten letters
Spontaneous outbursts
All with your name in the front
On the top
My own overflowing.
What was it about me?
The trickery of my words
Deflecting truths.