Who is it?
“You know me. We’ve met before.
But I did not stay–
I only held your attention long enough for a moment, maybe once or twice.
“Sometimes it was hard for us to keep contact because the others kept getting in the way and wouldn’t allow me to get close to you.
Anger. Doubt. Fear. Jealousy.
There was very little room for me.”
But why would you keep coming and leaving me?
“Because with the others around, I cannot exist.”
What did you say your name was?
No answer. Gone.
did I miss love again?