Dropped

Dropped

I tried to write them down; all the moments she made me feel flooded with love. I quickly began dropping moments. Watched them hit the tiling and panicked, as my shaking hands let slip the first time she said “I think I love her”, the first time she opened her sleepy eyes and smiled, the …

The Paperwork

The Paperwork

I littered her life with the detritus of love. My adoration pressed by pens into folded tissues, scraps of wrapping paper, backs of envelopes. She would open drawers and untie shoelaces and lift pillowcases to find me tumbling out in a rush of words. Eager to remind her in my absence that she was loved. …