stitching your years upon the canvas each twist of the thread in tune to your breath it is difficult to recall the woman you once were before the stroke condemned you to paralysis and silence.
How do you text your thoughts?How do you play the piano?How do you tap your smartphone?
With the fingers!
When I close my eyesI think of nothing else but youThe smiles, the tears, the lows…
I try to control my shiveringit’s like sepsis has come back,every day I try to…