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she stepped in his home sitting at the angle of the table so she could be near him what’s his name? he asked sitting on a park bench the sound of her tears muffled by the rustling autumn leaves…
some goodbyes happen quietly hidden beneath the surface shiny eyes wobble tears within them beneath the emerging moonlight as you pull me into your shoulder where I lay the smaller sobs that I am not holding back reasons why unuttered…
some goodbye’s are choices made without thinking too much too much thought would make them impossible to make and so she chose to let him fly back this man from a sunny sunday afternoon at the market without ever letting…
the universe abhors a vacuum. I cannot tell you how many times my best friend repeated this to me over the course of friendship. Teaching me the value of the void as an interim, a space to be filled in…
it was the words we never spoke out loud even in empty spaces for fear the walls would hear but in the space between us, they were allowed those ugly things you are never supposed to think or feel, the…
and he was so good to her holding her heart as she wept the sad goodbye in the cold october nights night after night his heart held hers as she said goodbye over and over again as she ran through…
