2-1-15

she got her hopes up high
and her heart sunk low
and without a map she had nowhere to go

she tiptoed on the edge
sure of every step
not realizing she had already leapt

“On Missing Them” -Rosie Scanlan

People always say that it hurts at night
and apparently screaming into your pillow at 3am
is the romantic equivalent of being heartbroken.
But sometimes
it’s 9am on a tuesday morning
and you’re standing at the kitchen bench waiting for the toast to pop up
And the smell of dusty sunlight and earl gray tea makes you miss him so much
you don’t know what to do with your hands.