It’s nearly your birthday. I try to ignore it, my heart pounding. Every year I worry, someone will see it beating fasting, someone will notice the tear in my eye. I don’t see you. The last candle blown out long ago.
Month: September 2018
Through another window
I stand, staring. Thinking of a kitchen in another house. Staring out a window with a different view.
The faintest touch
the space between our fingers
waiting for the other
to reach out.
Outside the sun is shining
Alone, I think.
Music playing, tears falling.
Words to say goodbye.