just sometimes i think of you.
like when i roll over and you’re not there.
or a stranger’s hand brushes mine.
or a fleeting memory photographed in my mind pops up.
those are the worst.
that’s when i can smell you, feel you.
it’s crippling really. but i’m fine.

1 comment:

oldyarns. said...

Hey, just came to you via Pia's blog and pleased to find your lovely space. I will visit again, and keep an eye on your shop in case of one of those silk skirts???


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