3.28.26 conversation finally arrives back at its biblical intention as minutes metamorphose into hours over frivolous hypotheticals and two cups of tea. there's a resplendent after-taste to the first few hard-to-swallow sips; unearthing a bittersweet juxtaposition in the ever-unfolding narrative. looking at before, time flew only alongside pigs– the tick of a clock more a full revolution than something to chase. treading water. now, as laughter falls forward and barrels toward tomorrow its suddenly crystalline. he was right to leave you. 1.19.26 somewhere between relief and existential dread 12.29.25 in retribution for our parable, i hope the next chapter in your book resides in hardcover: --- intuitively, you wrap a gift for your deuteragonist in a pretty pink bow; an avowal without reluctance; another conspicuous love-avalanche shouted from the mountain-tops. despite yourself, you share the family recipe; your history no longer revisionist– now malleable– and expand the picture frame for miss congeniality. finally. you've found a love worth evolving for. --- in reparation for our parable, i will allow the next chapter of my book to reside in paperback.