the sightless girl lies awake on the floor
lamplight touches her skin
and she feels the warmth
others mistake for air.
I drink my morning coffee, and there you are.
It always happens just then.
My whole world, it stops
if he was as fragile as he seemed.
(splinters of his heart
connected to his aorta
or to her veins?)
The one loved more couldn't hold still; she moved with silent steps on the hill she shared with me.
It was our place; the light was our light, the grass we owned and never cut was infinitely ours.
the silence that is falling from your mouth is deafening
it used to be the sound of comfort;
the sound of undisputed perfection.