hello,

i was thinking about you today,

our history is too long and tenderly remembered for us to ever bridge the fissure created by our absences to each other. all these rose-tinted memories a loveless reminder that this is a chapter that has closed and gone. there are newer, brighter, better things to gleaned from the future. i am hopeful that one day the feelings i had writing these notes will be the same.

poets seem to love icarus. i said two years ago that i’m not a poet – but some part of me now understands why he’s so beloved by those who write. why he, of all the ancient stories brimming full of war and death and love, is the one memorialized as the modern being of infinite tragedy.

he was stupid, maybe. but at least he was brave. poets write about bravery so they don’t have to think about their own cowardice. penning a love letter in a digital space to a person who will never see it is, after all, the epitome of such a thing.