Shadow
She could choose, at least, which parts of him to cherish, and which parts to use as examples of how not to behave.
She could choose, at least, which parts of him to cherish, and which parts to use as examples of how not to behave.
Sit, sip, start again, from when our moments were simple and sweet, like the people we ideally chose to become.
Its white wings spread wide against a crystal blue backdrop and I smile, knowing you are smiling, too
Hana leans into the second verse, singing about the loneliness of a songless bird. The music in my life is missing.
Our names were announced over the booming horde hailing the local girl making history. The bell tolled.
I feel safe and warm, and I drift to sleep with the smell of apples, sugar, and butter gently filling my nose.
I am drawn to the train tracks and find the memory haunting. Because that’s how you died, my little brother.
I lay down on the couch ushered by my anguish. The clock ticks, backwards. I’m four again.
I ache to whisper the fullness of my heart, but can’t decode it swift enough to speak. It’s a foreign language.