i dream about the girl i am in the future. i kill the girl i am of today. i'm gone, and i'm here, i am her, i dream of her. i dream of her skin, i dream of her scars, i dream of her aged sun-damaged skin

you've lived this moment over and over for all it's worth

like a xerox of a xerox of a xerox

you're the sun burning through the epidermal layers of my flesh

my tattoo bright and clear like the day i got them

you are self-harm scars from ten years ago

striping your arm, crying crimson 

a tongue travels across the length of your limbs like weathered roads

slowly, and carefully

the end of all things, 

you will bark like a wounded dog

you will whine like a wounded dog

you will fall silent like a wounded dog

this is where all paths return

this is where you must diverge away from any road familiar to me

but I would like to dream of marriage for one more night

sweet heather-maria,

let's recite your rites one last time

...

goodnight... and goodbye rain...

may we meet again another day

Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.

Love never fails. But where there are prophecies, they will cease; where there are tongues, they will be stilled; where there is knowledge, it will pass away. For we know in part and we prophesy in part, but when completeness comes, what is in part disappears. When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put the ways of childhood behind me. For now we see only a reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known.

And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.

1 Corinthians 13: 4-13