A Letter to You

For all the hours that I spent tracing the softness of your skin, for all of the nights that we were together, I am writing you this letter, my love. I know that you will never see this, because I’ll hide it within the confines of my chest, locked away like the most precious treasure…

Death is Nothing at All

Death is nothing at all. It does not count. I have only slipped away into the next room. Nothing has happened. Everything remains exactly as it was. I am I, and you are you, and the old life that we lived so fondly together is untouched, unchanged. Whatever we were to each other, that we…

Reality

When all by myself, I can think of all kinds of clever remarks, quick comebacks to what no one said, and flashes of witty sociability with nobody. But all of this vanishes when I face someone in the flesh: I lose my intelligence, I can no longer speak, and after half an hour I just…

The Ghost

Who am I now but a ghost of the past, as I sit trying to pack up the baggage like it can just leave. Who am I now but a ghost of the future, as I sit in a trance, trying to predict how things will end up between you and me. Who are we…