At three a.m….

BEDROOM_by_fabienbosAt three a.m. you feel you must leave, but you are unable to find one shoe. You hold the other in your hand, a rose-coloured slipper. I see one half buried near me and pick it up.  The sheen of it.  They are obviously favourite shoes, with the indentation of your toes.  Thank you, you say accepting it, as you leave, not even looking at my face. 

I believe this.  When we meet those we fall in love with, there is an aspect of our spirit that is historian, a bit of a pedant, who imagines or remembers a meeting when the other had passes by innocently…

…all parts of the body must be ready for the other, all atoms must jump in one direction for desire to occur. 

~Michael Ondaatje
The English Patient

One of the best books ever!

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