i still think about you. i still feel the corners of my lips react to the pretty memories i keep. so close. they fit in between the everything else. they bulge and take up the space of all the rest.
but
they are the everything else, they are all the rest. they made me and they changed me.
a good goodbye – no promise – but a flickering feeling so very deep down that sways and motions to the symphony that plays all day and night through the thickness and thinness, through the veins, on every beat of this tick, tick, ticking heart.
