Moving On

What do I know about moving on? Very little and quite a lot. I am still very much a woman who romanticizes the sweet smiles and tender kisses of past lovers. At 25 years old, I am barely capable of donating clothes bought for myself 10 years ago to the thrift store (I mean, c’mon, theyContinue reading “Moving On”

Still Learning

If at first you do not trust, try, try, again. Believe in your heart that he aches for sincerity, despite his opaque collection of vows. You are built with storage tanks and given a choice, to hoard or to squander? Inquire or ponder? Pull the next act out of a hat? But please, decide. StareContinue reading “Still Learning”

Love in Three Parts

Darling, From dusk until dawn We are only seven Hours away from the First time. A fight and then your flight. Change at the turn of a dime. An exchange of currency and suddenly, The possibility of anger Escapes. —– And when I sleep —With dream I am still sorting through you Arranging faces withContinue reading “Love in Three Parts”

Old Letters

Nothing really makes sense. I think I’m forgetting what hour it is, what day it is, even what year it is, because nothing about time feels real to me. Reading through old letters from friends written 4 or 5 years ago feels like ancient history. Most of the words that were so passionately conveyed atContinue reading “Old Letters”