I had coffee with a musician friend of mine Monday night. During the course of conversation, he offered this tender morsel that I cannot seem to get off my mind,
"I don't strive to be unique or even authentic, I just …
betrayed by an illusion
tormented by my own vulnerability
haunted by words spoken
by me to her
offering comfort to a figment of my imagination
and hers.
connected to a page full of letters
linked to a heart i thou…