Your Words That I Miss - photo by Katheleen
Sometimes, in the still of the night
I hear your words of
Love
Except, they are
No longer
Coming from you, but from quiet memories
Echoing in my mind.
About the Creator
Katheleen
Just what is wholly unsayable.
"Hear Me Out"
"Hear me out, what if we ran away together?" "Where do you want to go?" "Anywhere but here. We could move to a new city or to Canada, or we could disappear from society to live in the middle of the woods. Maybe a combination of two of those things would be good. What do you say?"
By Kay Husnick7 days ago in Fiction
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