his love found her

she read and re-read his love. she savoured it so that she refused to swallow, determined not to allow the flavour to pass or change.

and she has known real friendships. those that have endured she likes to take for granted, like smiling, no more like laughter. and those that ended on days not unlike today, still preoccupy her . not with any sense of regret or guilt, but curiosity as to why these friendships persisted to float or sink but refused to do both in equal measure.

she found him just below the surface.

oh, and she has known love. yes loves of every vintage. she has hidden some and framed others, and revealed her loves through reluctant tinges of red.

though she had never loved from so far away. and now she is convinced that she sees him at night. below the surface, he is hanging upside-down, free to let the love fall like loose change from his pockets.