Stop

Stop I stopped thinking about your smile, last night. I stopped imagining our relationship passed its expiry date. I’ve learned to remember it as it were and not what it could have been— You with her, me with you, and you with me. I finally let it be what it was and not what it... Continue Reading →

Ghosts

Is it possible for a dead person Who is alive, To be a ghost? Because sometimes I see you, Dark haired and laughing near a train, And you vanish into a stranger Going Northbound. Daddy is that you? Sitting on my bed And tipping over paint cans And opening closed doors, And leaving me coins... Continue Reading →

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