i can still feel your breath if I stand too close to your memory

i saw it in her eyes the piece of me i was missing i lost it in red shoes and purple pieces of broken things

In the moment when my body freezes and mind screams run away, mouth runs bitter, and hands shake, When days later I still jump at a dropped pen cap and crave the smell of tobacco, Nights, when my closest sleep is lying in bed visualizing my eyes shut,  In the suffocating memory of what it … More The Taste of Your Memory

After you I read, “Sometimes when things fall apart they may actually be falling into place,” every day for a year, and waited for it to happen.