— 2 Comments— 4 Kudos
paper cranes
Category: Writing and Poetry
The first summer I knew you, you showed me how to count the hours by the way shadows fall in an orchard. We mixed magic potions in soap dishes, let insects crawl over our fingertips. I don’t remember when hospital beds first arrived in the house, or when she started to fade away. I don’t remember when we first realized that not everything can be fixed. I just remember that next » Continue Reading