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We Are Not Such Shallow Stuff
The little hiccups in life should be marked by tiny tears and brief hugs, by blinking against the tide of dust we will all become. There is a ferocity to what you believe when you are young that mellows into … Continue reading
There Would Be More
We are not as I had originally imagined us to be. I thought somehow there would be more Stardust and less spray paint, more Yahtzee and less tears. I thought you would like my homemade moonshine; I had not imagined … Continue reading
Nothing Like It Used To
They don’t write ’em like they used to, the epic songs, the twice-told tales; they don’t spin them like they used to, the stories you could stay up all night to listen to. They don’t play them like they used … Continue reading
As Perfect As I’d Hoped, Except
Flush with the heat of remembering your hand at my hip. It was one kiss. Just the once. I re-live it every waking moment, that pure, perfect instant where I asked for something, and got it, without pretense. I was … Continue reading
You Died
I was a child the first time you died. Since then, you have died in my head a dozen dozen times. You died once in my heart. You died on my lips. You died. You died again. I counted constellations … Continue reading