Why did you stop? I mean, I know why. I remember what you said. I guess what I’m asking is how? How did you make your love stop? Was it a waste of time, like a repeated apology from a thief whose confession is valid only in the moment it is spoken? Did it seem useless to continue pouring into my cup? I guess I do understand. I’ve been thirsty for love too and remember the exact moment when I realized the cup I was filling wasn’t my own. I guess it was my turn to be barren land. It’s only fair.
Victoria
Victoria Dillard Daily 