… is there nothing left to say?
Millay was right when she said they all have lied. There hasn’t been any day, in any week, in any month – not a single day since then. I would take just one – a series of 24 successive hours where you don’t invade my heart thoughts. A solid sleep, a quiet morning, an inconsequential afternoon. AnContinue reading “Next Year … Some Year (this year)”
It’ll pass. It always does. Right now, I’m a walking bruise. Staring into space and mirrors, seeing only you. Right now the days are lost to hours spent. Isn’t that the way it goes? There’s no moving time when she isn’t ready to heal you. But it’ll pass. It always does. I’ll wake and dress and stare andContinue reading “A small stain”
Speak the words you have swallowed. We have nine 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 oneContinue reading “There are ways for us to end this”