The warm body I left too soon

You can miss a place as you miss a person – with heart-held longing and aching arms. Stretching toward the place you were, the person you were back then. Nothing stays the same, they say, but I’ve never met a memory that didn’t know better. Some part always stays. (You’re the warm body I left too soon, the graniteContinue reading “The warm body I left too soon”