“Should we decorate the tree?”(our seasonal treefavorites: fall, pride, valentine’s)Look around:we decorate moments with love.
I stand with the crowd, peering through an opaque looking glass.My presence is acknowledged, albeit with a passing glance.Though I enjoy…
“Hey,” I text him, wiping tears from my eyes, “I need to make my way to the ocean tonight. Can you take me?” Please. Because Charlie’s not here to…
I’ve always been a birdThat was in want of flock,And to roost in an aviaryWith a song in my chest.