“Hi, Jon,” I said. When I heard you answer back—using my name— I lost all composure. I cried, because you were one of the only ones who ever said my name with love.
Tag: memory
Seaside
Stars burn tiny holes in the fabric of the night and I exhale, the nerves leaving me into the bottle we passed around.
Unhaunting
As I dust off and discard old relics, they come out—anger, pain, betrayal, the remnants of broken sobs and screaming howls.
The Cathedral
The mind is a cathedral.
Fae-Word
She whispered it’s in us—an earthly angel, fae-word, always connected to nature, her hum rhythm inside, twinkling, magnetic.
The Women in My Family
Soft and feminine, round and full of spirit— warmth and give.
Astronaut of the Heart
I just wanted to love, and be love. To embody it, and help there be enough for everyone.
She Wrote
Her words marking me as they’d sprung from her internal world— exquisitely simple reflections.
French Fries and Choir Girls
She laughed in my arms—because laughter was the only emotion allowed.
Lithium
The sun was out, window open, and we sat on your bedroom floor taking in the music together.
Jasmine on the Grave 