It will be strange,
walking down these streets
without you.
But since you left –
...
I frantically try to scribe it
before I forget how
you felt beside me.
But the body's
...
It’s raining…
I remember always thinking of you
When it rained
...
I listen to the sound
Of you shuffling cards
In time to the clock
Above your head.
...
As we sat there together
more words fell
from his mouth—
and with each one
...
The streets have a
wonderfully awkward
feel at six a.m.
as though something were
...