ABSTRACT
You hurt me more than any human being I have loved and that is because I opened myself to depths of my personhood I believe I had sealed off from others. I opened myself up to loving you in a way I hadn’t before. It is a strange place to be, having crafted my calendar this fall, winter, and spring, to take seriously our time together, even though you requested it a long time ago. You are now not here. My time alone clings to me and clangs deafly inside of me.
