sing the poem

love notes to myself

dear love,

my rooms are filled with love for you. over rugs, under blankets, in robes draped. luxurious and plain. sacred nothing. true. moments of dailyness. i love you, my solitude. i hear it coming. don’t forget, i am with you.


– nicole garlando TuesNov519751pm

photo by nicole garlando 2019
natural design in the wood of a support beam
looks like a big heart on a small, standing being