Still Dancing

I always remember how you danced around the kitchen table, swaying left to right with steps so light that I was afraid you would fly away. But you were tethered to this earth. By choice, by divine intervention, by a lifeline of oxygen pumping air into your lungs. Prior to lunch you always sang theContinue reading “Still Dancing”

Dear You, Pt. 4

It’s been a really long time, hasn’t it? I couldn’t believe it at first, when I saw you. It was as if I were in one of my dreams, you know, the ones I would always tell you about. The kind of dream in which I could never differentiate between reality and fiction. Rather thanContinue reading “Dear You, Pt. 4”