To write
How lonely it can be to write.
My bride is this white computer screen.
Constantly staring at me.
Always receptive.
To write is to challenge solitude.
To meet it. Ask it’s name.
Then to make love to it.
Word by word.
To write is to turn minutes into memories.
To answer the silence.
Thought by thought.
To write is to record the witness.
To the miracle.
The mystery.
