I watch as you walk out the door, taking my heart...
I count your steps to your car...

When I think of you,
I think of the color purple...

Three months of spending
time with you...

I fear for the day when I no longer see the good...
Or even in myself...

The last seven months have been a blur.
I often wonder what you would say if you were...

I tried to talk myself out of loving you.
I don’t actually need to be humble about this...

I grieved you like you died.
Days bled into nights...

The air was as crisp and cold-
Goosebumps rose along my arm as I rolled up the...

The coffee pot hissed sometime after sunrise-
You’d never learned how I took mine because we...

The couch cried as hard as I did when you left.
My eyelids are heavy...