Before it all happens.

One. Your feet taper lightly on the sandalwood floor and I wonder if the future is in our hands, if you are really the one in my life – will that be a conscious choice or a decision already made by fate? Will we break apart after the 622nd date or remain devoted to memorizing…

London Boy

I dare say I missed you. That I have been missing you of late. I still remember your silhouette, how your neck is at an angle when you sleep, that there is pointlessness in me creeping around the room because you don’t seem to wake to sounds. We have not taken any pictures. You bought…