A good friend is animated tonight because he thinks he’s in love, dares to think this time it will be reciprocated. The clamor at
There is only the memory of the experience; the pain itself is impossible to recall. I remember saying to you: This is the worst
after Rose-Lynn Fisher’s “after goodbye” from The Topography of Tears like stitches like scratches like scars on the skin like crossroads littered like pavement