"Sometimes I spend half the night
answering the emptiness, hoping it is you. Memory is just
another form of imagination. Now the glasses are empty.
A future flies into the rafters. Daylight leaks into my dream.
Eventually I may have to write a love poem to myself"
- Richard Jackson, from “Having a Drink with the Gods,” Heartwall (University of Massachusetts Press, 2000)

(Fuente: apoetreflects, vía fromheartnsoul)