Imagine they’ve popped. It had been planned to leave behind a myriad of circles in chalk, each with a quick reflection mark, the intended effect to seem as though they’d landed, or were still drifting, as we all wish bubbles would do. From Seattle to Puerto Vallarta, chalk arrows became hearts, then broken became tears,…

The full moon shone over the river this evening, just over the horizon, as behind me the setting sun went down by the ocean. I looked away and you were there. The silvery reflection in the water, the salmon flash caught on clouds, a year ago the eclipse, an eternity, forever. You’re always there. In…

Happy Valentine's Day? I would send a card, if I knew where… And I would make plans to take you out, if I could – shall we try for a hot tub in Eugene?  Is it too late?  I'm not planning on going south… I don't have any plans.  Maybe it's crazy but I miss…

Are you here?  I am torn between staying and leaving, but I can't stay… and I don't know where to go.  What can I do to have you in my arms again, kissing me?  I am thinking I'll go to Reno, in case Nevada is better than anywhere else we've been… so many near misses,…

I wake up thinking about you every day, just as I go to bed, but I want to wake up next to you.  I want to sleep with you.  I think of every decision I might have made differently.  I think of what opportunities there may be to be together again.  I see you in…

What an amazing and strange day it was.  I haven't slept yet.  The eclipse was one of the most beautiful things I've ever seen.  All I could think about was us – I thought of two superimposed galaxies, both skies, merging like when we first connected.  I held out hope for you to be there…

Another long walk last night and I slept better, woke up with less panic, but still missing you… it was a beautiful August evening, warm, although I felt detached, felt you distant.  I still don't know where you are.  This morning was pensive, nice light from the sunrise, though lackluster without you, no clouds to…

I keep waking up with a jolt in the middle of the night, feeling more isolated than ever.  Its a strange panic – I still feel that we're meant to be, and that what's meant to be, will be… but you're not here. Sometimes, I feel you close but I have no sense of direction,…

What a long, empty weekend, alone and missing you.  I would happily be wherever you are… so, where are you?  I have become completely consumed by thoughts of you… I go for long drives, still trying to sort out all that's happened, wishing you were there, only momentarily distracted by nature's beauty while I dream…

Wow, after singing praises for the kindness that lives in Humboldt, after a beautiful sunset, friends or friendliness, good morning coffee, a nice drive, and a good walk, I found a wonderful place to take a nap, even if I wasn't with Leticia… and someone just had to go and steal my blue guitar.  Really?! …