uncatena is an island off the coast of massachusetts

there is something.

there is a thick long cord of something connecting me to you.

i am not naïve anymore (maybe). i know why we couldn't...

but god, waterfalls and endless conversations and your kindness and...

driving away felt like tugging at my polar core.

but you never said it,

so maybe this cord is attached to moments, memories of moments and of a long-forgotten feeling: that dormant volcanic feeling, that glowing.

even if i stretch this out to the west side of the state, without him, i would cut it if you asked me to, but i feel like maybe you'd hide all blades? 

maybe. a stronger word than it was yesterday, two years ago.

someday, a distant you-know...even my writing must be hidden.