I collect people because I don’t know how to say goodbye
I will not let sadness grow weeds in the space you have left behind
I am afraid that when she asks me why she isn’t perfect and I answer, “but you are a miracle” she won’t believe me.
Maybe I understand that being on my own does not make me lonely.
You were born to blaze bright, in all your glory.
The best thing you can say is I’m here for you. We are going to get through this. You are not alone.
It will teach her to hear “You are enough,” as “but you are still not good enough to satisfy me.”
No one ever said a sunset was too beautiful.
Tonight, the evening is infused with a chill; Summer’s persistent, muggy heat is slowly slipping away— the thick air that enveloped us is dissipating, and the cicadas’ chatter quiets to a din.