A promised “goodbye” for each “I love you.” Then could you finally leave? I think they call this bargaining? Why are some people so hard to forget? Is it because we experienced so many things with them – both real and imagined – that there are more stories of you together than apart? If so, then could I count up all the times I fell in love with you, say goodbye to each one, and […]
Potential and the flicker of light I once knew behind your dead eyes.
Did I leave all my words on paper? Or have you just left me speechless?
Uneven cement and a dark alley: that night I tripped and found you.
Why do common things remind me of what is so irreplaceable?
Frank Ocean sang all of our songs. He still does it for me. Too bad you don’t.
Our hands intertwined, I couldn’t tell you which were his and which were mine.
We were late as per usual. I wore a white dress and black shoes crossed at the ankles. Your tie was black Your shirt was crisp Your hair, a mess. Stopping suddenly, the car lurched forward. You slapped your forehead and said, “oh my god! I forgot to tell you how beautiful you look.”