I whisper in the silence, but the sound passing my lips is muffled in my ears. What was it that I said? I lay still in my bed, a chill in my bones despite the thick sea of blankets surrounding me. My fingers outstretch, grasping for the lost words as if I could catch them in the air, and let them leave my lips again— those familiar syllables I once spoke tenderly and sweetly in the quiet...
A Distant Memory
I look into your eyes, the shape of you filling up the space beside me. Your eyes appear intoxicated as they gaze into mine, evidence to me of your affection. You love me, who was just yesterday the little girl with matted hair and dirty fingernails from whom the little boys ran at recess. Your love has rendered me a woman, my childhood left behind me in a faraway memory. I have never beheld...