Indelibly
A week into March - red tails courting, their talon bound freefall in view of snow melting, filling creeks on Cobb, and songbirds setting to singing life into being again Sometimes, this love splits me asunder like dry pine on the block I shudder at costs, the forethought of loss, all that which represents one such assurance of intersection For I was twenty one, and heartbroken, when a man said, You must know, Roy, in every relationship, there is one who leaves and one who is