I’m sorry she said, as she let him go. I couldn’t love you any more.
Speak the words you have swallowed. We have seven years of silence to fill. Let us crowd this night with all we have not said, let us cover every last second with our secrets. Whisper them soft and sure against my skin. Tell me goodbye, and tell me why. Dust me for your fingerprints one lastContinue reading “Tomorrow was made for some”
I am watching the coffee stain my fingers as you lay dying on the gravel. It is a morning of bright blue promise. The breakfast show host is laughing at his own joke and I smile at the television without hearing the punch line. Next up a story on how most women do not wearContinue reading “We have an idea of goodbyes”
“I chose, and my world was shaken – so what? The choice may have been mistaken, the choosing was not You have to move on …” – Sondheim, Move On You get up the next morning because you have to. Because the time has long since passed where you could lie in bed all dayContinue reading “Move On …”
I know you don’t watch me walk away. I know you don’t press your forehead against the double glass to keep me in your sight. There is no straining for that one last look, no time suspended in the final unblinking stare. You don’t stay with me until I am just another city glow fadingContinue reading “I know you don’t watch me walk away”