"Barefoot or just socks whenever possible,"
you told me. I knew how much you disliked shoes;
and I thought I knew, too, how much you loved me.
A bit more forethought, and less afterthought: was
that too difficult?
Starward
Author's Notes/Comments:
Writing the Foliage Sequence for SweetLeaf is like wrenching my own guts out; a drawing and quartering of my own life; my gaze into the hole is absence has ripped through the fabric of my life is worse, even, than the affliction that hospitalized me and for which am still in rehab.