Let me tell you about longing.Let me presume that I have somethingnew to say about it, that this room,naked, its walls pining for clocks,has something new to sayabout absence. Somewherethe crunch of an apple, fadingsunflowers on a quilt, a windowlooking out to a landscapewith a single tree. And yousitting under it. Let go,said you to me in a dream,but by the time the windcarried your voice to me,I was already walking throughthe yawning door, towardsthe small, necessary sadnessesof waking. I wishI could hold you now,but that is a line that hasno place in a poem, like the swollensheen of the moon tonight,or the word absence, or you,or longing. Let me tell you aboutlonging. In a distant countrytwo lovers are on a bench, and pigeons,unafraid, are perching beside them.She places a hand on his kneeand says, say to methe truest thing you can.I am closing my eyes now.You are far away. — On the Necessity of Sadness by Mikael de Lara Co (via atomiclanterns) one of my most favorite poems. such beautiful melancholy, no?