I cry.
Like a faucet.
Like I’m still leaking the version of me
that was yours.
I miss the 'us' that laughed in the grocery store
and danced around while brushing teeth.
What a strange thing to grieve
someone still alive.
I cry.
Like a faucet.
Like I’m still leaking the version of me
that was yours.
I miss the 'us' that laughed in the grocery store
and danced around while brushing teeth.
What a strange thing to grieve
someone still alive.