things are driftingit’s friday night and a cluttered deskjust saved me from a panicor was it rage…
The grocery storeWe used to stealEmpties from —
Beyond the sloshing of the waves, I can hear your laughter still. Even now, as all of us sit…
Like a wound that bleeds, loss lingers,A heart’s deep ache, forever and never.A void profound, a gaping chasm,Where…