the touch of his fingers kneading my white parchment skin on my arm
made soft by hours of working in cocoa butter
just in case touch came my way.
Social events, wars, and fun times unrelated to a significant other and will he even care when he returns from his great adventure?
I see him when he is not here; I hear his voice and I know loving in older age is not easy nor quick for me. I was afraid; he was afraid. I am less afraid now, he has been gentle and kind. Kindness is such an important virtue, it is to be prized next to love but I did not choose to write about kindness and is kindness love? Kindness seems to be the action and love the emotion; kindness is also about spirit and it shines through when we have it. His eye color is green, very light and I never see it because the spirit draws me when we talk.
Having a conversation with him inside my head continues.
Will we have a relationship when he returns?
Is it possible for me to have a relationship while he is in absentia?
What would he answer?
For me, he is a constant object. Whether he loves me, I do not know.
Loving him and being alive to the loving seems to be the most important thing for me.