Updated: Jan 16, 2019
Bit by bit
I start to remember
all the tings
that made me loose it.
But the benefit
of snapping like a stick
is that you don't
need a permit.
Every black outfit
and long night drive
with the calm
of the hypocrite.
It's not all moonlit
but everything he
said was full of
sweetness and wit.
the sound of my dad’s guitar playing his favorite chords the typing of my mom’s fingers going through family records the smell of the ceramics studio full of the kiln, dust and glaze the running home
it’s the little things they always say like how you listen more than you ever have before or how you stopped opening my car door like how you squeeze me tighter in our hugs or how you don’t answer me
I cant remember the last photo i took maybe it was a mountain maybe my niece maybe myself maybe you looking away no matter what it was it’s the last thing my lense has seen which means it means everyt