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...

The ghost of your fingers in my hair comforted me...
A reminder that even though the world feels...

He still emails me drunk-
Upset that he doesn’t know who you are and...

I get to be unapologetically myself with you-
Chloroform jokes and shared poems...

Something inside of my body fused to you.
Thursday night giggles echoed against the four...

The flowers sat quietly in the kitchen-
Proof that softness had returned...