donst’ayoceans,ayunendingblue byAliceHickson puddles break into streams forging their path down the driveway and absence bores through me we lie in mid morning twilight snowflakes jump from the windowsill to the rooftop and I beg you don’t say absence say abyss it’s not a hole it’s a valley for empty words to echo off and my fingers are blistered from carrying these memories and running across the faded fissures of a map measuring the distance between us what we say and what we mean don’t say it gets easier say you will participate in the slow and painful process of forgetting that maybe letting go is not dissimilar to pulling splinters from skin
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photo | Isabel Fernandez
