The No Rest For The Wicked covers next to their homages.
This place feels so empty without you to fill it.
Evidence of our weekend speckles interior and exterior
scattered far and vulnerable
or huddled together for protection
(like dishes in the sink),
bracing for the inevitable tidying up
and the proof of our time together being washed away
but held in such fragile sway in gray matter.
Oh, but I don’t think there can be gray when it comes to you.
All is bursting with life and technicolor
vibrant and varied and alive
and all of it matters;
especially the matter that makes up you.
I wonder, when we change states,
if I’ll recognize you—
if my atoms will recognize your atoms
and bind together to make new life:
to create some new physical thing
after proof of us is gone.
by Tyler B. Ruff
eBook building frustration.
Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind greeting cards
"Random thoughts for Valentine’s Day, 2004: Today is a holiday invented by greeting card companies to make people feel like crap."
I bet so.