Upon my bed at night
I sought him who my soul loves;
I sought him but found him not,
I called him, but he gave no answer
"I will rise now and go about the city,
in the streets and in the squares;
I will seek him who my soul loves."
I sought him but found him not.
Song of Solomon 5-1-2
Old Testament
Another weekday... 8.10am.
I wait on the street.
The cyclist with the red bandana approaches.
His features, his movements, an easygoing creative wildness, so much like Mark.
He passes again, oblivious.
Driving to work, my eyes are alight.
He, whom my soul loves...
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