If I don't quit,
I'll be swallowed by without you's...

You forget the sound of my footsteps....
You say the email was lost over time...

"It's hard to speak my thoughts."
"But you're a writer", he said...

Dear Anonymous-
I wish to underline the novelty...

I cannot run any faster,
my physique won't allow it...

I want to stop waking up in
contemplation, blinds open to...

There lives the memory of a boy
who abided ouside my window...

Smiling teardrops shower
on our bare hazel skin...

Am I pushing you away
with questions...

This won't be very long, I promise,
because words aren't substitutes for memories...

I am reflected in every shopping window,
half mutt, half widow of Wall Street...

Shadowy eyes gaze
over my crown of braids...