Late Fragment

And did you get what 

you wanted from this life, even so?

I did.

And what did you want?

To call myself beloved, to feel myself beloved on the earth.

                    -Raymond Carver

I feel fragmented and a little overwhelmed, like someone spilled the puzzle pieces of who I thought I was and some will never be found again. And that is a very good thing. They are being replaced with new experiences, emotions, and philosophies. I dig. There are soft chocolate caramel eyes melting into my own, tickling finger tips, languid kisses, and a hand circling from my waist to my hip to my lower back. Warmth. That's what eggs need to develop and somewhere down the road hatch, right?