When people ask me what I miss most about you-- (They don't, but in my head they do) I say I miss the olives. The nonexistent theys smile, puzzled And I have an audience for my story now. I tell them about a cocktail bar where I sat in a black dress and high heels … Continue reading Olives
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He Had This Way
He had this way of holding my hand when we were out walking at night. The press of people would force us to go single file and he would bend his arm behind his back, holding my hand against him, never letting go, never losing me in the crowd. He had this way of introducing … Continue reading He Had This Way
Gosh Darn Sunlight 