We don’t talk anymore, but I do miss you.
I look behind me, and the soft blur steadies slowly, squinted my eyes a few more times and I now see clearly. It’s a broken bridge, there’s a hollow gap, a deep emptiness that separates us. We used to share intimate little spaces, strange but familiar darkness, and the perfect amount of comfortable silence. I used to fill your cracks with these tiny flowers that … Continue reading We don’t talk anymore, but I do miss you.