maybe one day
she will realize that
sometimes
two people have to fall apart
to realize how much they need to
fall back together.
but until then
she will hold on
to every last memory
of their
mutual existence.
-k.d.
YOU ARE READING
life as we know it
PoetryBeing a poet is like being really sick. But instead of vomit, words come out. This is my word vomit.