I think of you in gray skies and Glass Animals on the record table.
a person who does not stay long in the same place; a wanderer.
I felt myself grow into something new,
abandoning all beliefs of that which is true,
and a sun rose shining in my mind’s eye,
a glorious, yet solitary, revolutionary breakthrough.
I find myself grieving for your loss,
a loss that was never mine to grieve.
Because that’s what people crave: attention, love, and more attention. It’s natural, a human instinct, an unstoppable cycle full of lust and need for understanding and acceptance.
In a second flat I had closed the space between us, my hand on her throat and fire in my eyes.
You asked me if I loved you that morning.