sonnet lxix -- pablo neruda

Maybe nothingness is to be without your presence,
without you moving, slicing the noon
like a blue flower, without you walking
later through the fog and the cobbles,

without the light you carry in your hand,
golden, which maybe others will not see,
which maybe no one knew was growing
like the red beginnings of a rose.

In short, without your presence: without your coming
suddenly, incitingly, to know my life,
gust of a rosebush, wheat of wind:

since then I am because you are,
since then you are, I am, we are,
and through love I will be, you will be, we'll be.

happy 1 year anniversary to my hubbie and me!  i love you~!

a very curious event.

so what do you do when you meet someone from your past randomly...say...in the middle of palisades park. you are 60-70% sure that his name is david.

do you go all out and say "Hey David!" and wave....or do you do one of those generic "Hey! How are you doing?" and wave...

yesterday night, someone called my hubbie "David."

i would've liked to go up to her and said.."but..my hubbie's name is Jason."