There would be no sequel to the sadness

And although Margarita lived in a world that predated Technicolor, she always dreamed of the boy in rich pastels.

Missing you is worse than Pittsburgh.

But there are forces that don't let you turn back and undo things, because to do so would be to deny what is already in motion, to unwrite and erase passages, to shorten the arc of a story you don't own.

I don’t know what they are called, the spaces between seconds– but I think of you always in those intervals.

One day I will forgive you; until then there are scabs everywhere that you have touched me.

There would be no sequel to the sadness