1.) You are stored up here in words; I have car, lights, veins, jeans, hands, run, city, driving, keys, lonesome, pale, stone, smile, tear, cure, sorrow, plane, young.
2.) In the center (south of breath, north of hunger) you are kept in sensations–drunkenness (running across the empty street), comfort (finding seats beside each other on the bus), compassion (listening to the silence of being heard), fear (getting lost in the city), camaraderie (laughing), excitement (breath jumping from heart to throat), anxiety (dialing), longing (counting sheep to fall asleep).
3.) Photographs are for those who have nothing to properly remember: in the end memories are torture enough. There is no proof of anything, here. If a tree falls in a forest–many teachers began. We know the answer, we know: pardon me for still pausing to ponder, sometimes (despite the fact/s).
4.) In any case, present or past, head or heart I was right to say that I can never tell what is right to feel but I am glad (to have heard) that you are well.