The Funny Thing About Love

I used to hate you. And I mean hate. Although we went to school together, we never spoke, never interacted. When L told me we were going to pick you up that first time, I cringed, warm bubbles of self consciousness popping in my stomach. I’d heard the rumors, your biting insults and grating laugh […]

Patience Revealed: Reflections of a Ghost

  Of the people in those still photos, we see them through the lens of a camera, empty of the promises we made. We were younger then, the lingering presence of you marked by my old, tattered, worn words written in ancient ink. The ashes that you created climb inside my brain and wiggle around. […]