Don’t think twice

I promised to let you leave gracefully. You promised not to look back. One of us lied. Your footsteps kicked up dust in the yard. I followed you out, my fingers catching at your sleeve. I will leave the door open for you. I will leave the porch light on.

Immortal

I was seventeen the first time I died. It was gentle, like the dying of a star. My heart stopped, you said, for fifteen minutes. I died a thousand times between then and now. I died again at nineteen and twenty-two and thirty-seven and a hundred and three; I died in war and in bed, … Continue reading Immortal

Astronomy

Some nights, you set up the telescope. Tonight, we lie on the blanket instead. “Cygnus. Cepheus. Cassiopeia.” Your arm follows the sweep of the sky, like a caress. Four inches from your hip and light years away, I hardly dare to breathe.