at OAK
In The Art of Loving, Fromm talks of love as a reunion. When I arrived back in Oakland tonight, I saw people being reunited, and this song got shuffled up on my phone, and I wished that I had someone (not just anyone) to meet me at the airport, someone for me to meet when they’re at the airport, someone to be reunited with.
“The last time I saw you
We had just split in two
You were looking at me
I was looking at you
You had a way so familiar
But I could not recognize
‘Cause you had blood on your face
And I had blood in my eyes
But I could swear by your expression
That the pain in your soul
Was the same as the pain down in mine
That’s the pain
Cuts a straight line down through the heart
We call it love”
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