We keep missing the nighttrain that could transport us to a past
when the same unfeeling hearts
had repeatedly walked up that spiral of emptiness.
Backward in sentiment, undemonstrative no less
with each new region that has been formed
in comfort, in warmth, in mystery.
Now why should I fumble for certainty
at something you and I have no liberty to know.
– geena April 2017
Recent FB post: me and my boyfriend — a match made in the galaxy 😍. But there’s no way telling Mr. Starlord — or we’re finished. 🤣
I’m happy to say, in a lot of ways you changed me
Makes me smile/ when you said you were glad the day
you found me
I’m wishing away/ any harm that might ever find you
Heaven knows, I really feel I’ll always be your girl.