New Year's Day ‘til the
First Day of Summer
It was there. In the room. In the air. In the water that washed over them. It was there. And then, it wasn't.
The absence was still there. So the absence was held tight. That was there like a sorrow in the mouth. Like a sorrow on the skin. A taste of sorrow in a dream that lasted too long even while shaking sleep from tangled sheets.
