Blink and you'll miss it

There are days I am afraid to go to sleep because I am so sad

Look at the stars

And how they shine for you

But the ways words fall to pieces In our hands, and tears swim in front of our eyes and suddenly

We're bursting at the seams. 

I talked about the time I had you, and I laugh but then
There are parts of me that still break a little bit inside.

[My sister. My best friend. And everything else. ]

"She's not coming" you say, throwing your phone across the sofa

"Neither is she" I respond, impassively. 

"So"

"So."

"Kawfee?"

"Kawfee."

My grandmother's stories (part I)

"I'm sorry, I missed a step."
"That's okay, I think it was me- I wasn't thinking straight"
"We're old, it happens. I'm sorry."
"Don't be sorry, it's okay. We can take it slow. We're old, we've got time."