For the first time in our lives, I’m somewhere she can’t find, and I don’t have the map to give her that leads to me.
Our tongues have fallen madly in love and gotten married and moved to Paris.
I wonder why bereaved people even bother with mourning clothes when the grief itself provides such an unmistakable wardrobe.
Who wants to know that the person you love and need the most can just vanish forever
I've no use for talking, would just as soon store paper clips in my mouth.
And then he smiles, and in all the places around the globe where it's night, day breaks.