Moved to tears
...written on 11.29.03, @ 8:44 a.m.
Fri November 28, 2003
I cried tonight as I listened to his songs. Songs he wrote about and for other women in his life. I watched his reclined form on my big crescent moon shaped pillow, softly mouth the words to his music. I saw his brow furrow and I heard his heart break. I cried for his artistry. I cried for his gentleness. I cried for his loss. I cried as I wondered if I would or could ever generate such feeling in another. He nestled into me like a newborn kitten. I stroked his hair.