I buried the last one who was here, who sounded like you, in my backyard. He didn’t stand a chance. I punished him for not being absent. He dismantled me. And, the deep unconditional love I never reciprocated is embedded in me as lifetime guilt.
Do you recall the very first play you attended at a theatre? How the memory was etched by the entire experience, from your cohort, to the performances, to the splendor of costume and lights, to the audience’s laughs, sighs, and gasps of amazement before your eyes? Have you had the pleasure of reading the text post seeing it come to life?