The Sound I Left

The person against my side isn't you, the beating in my chest hits that sour note as I watch you laughing as if everything is okay, but the music is wrong, has been for days. I remember our tune well, but what was once so clear and full, feels now more of a tolling of … Continue reading The Sound I Left

Self Evidence

I have a filthy love affair with words. I know them intimately. I know their curves and flow. I know the deepness they can go, the height in which they soar. I know their soft touch; I know their reassurance. Their finality and their indefiniteness. We fail each other all the time. We fight and … Continue reading Self Evidence