today was gray. gray like the clouds hanging overhead, though the sun was determined to shine. gray like the way i felt hearing about your life- the life you’ve lived without me in it. i’m not quite sure why i felt so entitled to your days; i guess i cared so much i felt like […]
i could build a house with all these thoughts, fill it up with all my days. i could build a room for you if perhaps you’d like to stay. there’d be old wood on the floor since i’ve loved you for so long and curtains on the windows i’ll keep closed when you are gone. […]
and i’ve never known this thought before or entertained it in my mind that even though it seems you are- perhaps you’re not just being kind. perhaps the gentle smiles you give are signs of what you feel and maybe your outspoken laugh means that this is real.