A Break Up

Yesterday, your face was at the back of my hand – it was like clockwork. Today. Your face vanished. I. We talked about the future with both our footprints in it but we forgot that footprints are easily washed away by the tides of time. Our love was supposed to be all abiding; now it is a vision…

Why the Ex needs to be in the picture

It was a sunny day. We stayed back past school time and you talked to me about my pursuance of History – a major I eventually dropped in University. You were and perhaps still are the perfect fit – musician, photographer, reader, writer and all rolled into one – you were me in some ways…

Two lives in one

There are many instances to tell love stories. Some are grand and dreamy, others are humbling in their expanse…regardless, I think most love stories exist between the crook and cranny of the ordinary, in the daily to-do-lists and mundane 9-to-5s. Most of all, they exist in the repetition of a strong understanding that love is never just a…