I would never have left, that's how it was.
But I am shifted into the expanse of light.
There's no attitude I can think of to express this.
The streets are busy, and I walk them, Spring warmth. I can't say if it's love. It's very strange to be here, where it's incipient.
I'm not sure how we stay together when we do, or how we fall away from each other.
There are many ways of being. It's pointless to talk about singular, unitary things. Fluxes and flows. There is a trajectory, though. That's what's most surprising after many years. A path in the pathlessness.
I don't know how I ended up there, or why it was over. Or why we never spoke. Or why there was a significant effect anyhow.
It makes me aware that most of life goes on under the surface.
Which is strange, when the pathways map these routes to and fro.
Nothing was stable, but everything remained as it was, only more so.
I don't mean to sound vague. All the things I thought weren't close to what was unfolding in the underground ways that it was. We didn't understand, but we knew this had to be.
I can't fathom a design, but perhaps there is one in an absent fashion.
An inner directive.
Of which we're hardly conscious, except in retrospect.
Nothing stays still.
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