28 January, 1927
I shall remember you standing in your blue apron and waving. Oh damn it, Virginia, I wish I didn't love you so much. No I don't though; that's not true. I am glad I do.
Your Vita
True love comes
when you lose
where you end
and they begin
and the atoms
in your souls
forget where they belong and slowly you become pieces of each other
too close now to ever be apart.