Another One for Maya
05/12/2017 12:31 a.m.
I still think about that Moment when your eyes stopped looking. I still wonder what was that last thing and how they found it so wanting. I stopped telling people that I miss you a while back. So constant that I'm rarely actively aware. It's there though. Every tattoo. Every bite of truly good food. Every Shema held in my head at night like a meditation on how I might have loved you. I hesitate to grant hindsight such romanticism.
I am currently Somber