Neal

the color of your voice always melted my heart.

 

there was a murmur in the trees as the wind swayed the tops of the pines and the bugs hummed their secrets for ears that weren’t mine.

 

 

 

When I say that I am empty, I hope you understand that I am not always that way,
that I end up empty sometimes because I give it all away.

Do not worry,
it all grows back to be given again.

 

 

 

sometimes
i find myself
smiling
despite everything

yes, i do

 

 

 

“That was the night
that we made love
impossible.”