January 2009
this atlantic shore
we used to retreat indoors because it was too cold we would rather be lazy than waste our energy on something other than each other you were there by the time i got off work my tired body would fit into yours like a puzzle piece that perfect symmetry
every second we were there, i swear i loved you every fiber in my small body swore to protect you with you is where i wanted to be a few hours...
all aboard
it takes leaving and being away to make me miss you. the dust on my bookshelf. the draft from my window. these walls.
10 weeks/2 and a half months/75 days. i know i’m gonna crack somewhere in there. now that i know my way back home. i’ll be back when i need it.
last time i was scared and unsure. but i’m feeling good about this one.