Everybody is imploding. And I – already – am stars.
Some will have days, or moments. I had you. 2014. The art of letting GO. Image credit: Joanne Piechota
There is absence and then there is this. The silent, suspended presence. The way the saxophone mourns on my favourite song. The hundred little ways you stay. They said there would come an easier time, the scientists and the lovers too. But it doesn’t heal a thing, you know. I suspect it merely drives it deeper. Time does notContinue reading “The scientists and the lovers too”
How I say I am leaving and you mumble I’ll see you soon, and how with your eyes still closed you miss the way I shake my head, no. Nine months ago I wrote a piece called I know you don’t watch me walk away. To quote Adele, this one was me kind of onContinue reading “I know you don’t watch me walk away (imagined)”