For The Record
"The first poem I wrote that wasn't about you was all in capital letters like it was trying to compensate for your absence.” Caitlyn Siehl, What We Buried
By Trinity HPublished about a year ago • 1 min read

For the record, the sunset isn't
the sunset without you, and for
the record, every word I
write is littered with your
absence. When is some-
one gone? I breathe
and you are
the ex-
hale




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