There is this shadow that has reappeared out of the corner of my eye, a fleeting shadow that follows me yet disappears as soon as I try to catch a full glimpse of it. What shall I call it: friend, foe, life, death? That night when we talked on the phone while the world was shaken by thunder and lightning, I let the rain fall on me full face, knowing that I would never see you again. Old fears and pain resurfaced and there was this tearing apart of the self I was with you and the self I am now; where is the life I left? Where is the life I live?
dark of the moon . . . haunted once again by your love