Canada .50 Desert Eagle

thirty-seven

I found myself thinking about her.
happens to me, of course, but yesterday was different.
I came across his body to light years later (or a moment later) their breathing is off on mine.
yesterday I came to think of it, and there was no nostalgia.
with gratitude, I thought.
for the effort made in carrying.
for that kind of struggle that inevitably brings to bear.
yesterday, I thought without any feeling of deficiency, yesterday, I thought the full, receipt for everything and especially for those hours spent together, to be born.