do you remember when i
used to spend hours
sketching?
i'd go to the shore
at sunset and stop at the café
when i needed a break.
and when i came home to you,
you'd be grinning because
you knew i had a drawing
just for you.
well, for the first time
in a very long time- too long-
i picked up my pencil
and started to draw.
it felt normal
and wondrous
and like me.
and your brother took me to my
sisters grave
and i placed it on her headstone.
it was a picture of a field of flowers,
and in the midst
was my sister.
and that entire day,
not one second was spent
waiting for you.
YOU ARE READING
sail away
Romance"what did you do while i was away?" he asked. and she never answered, until now.
