For The Record

"The first poem I wrote that wasn't about you was all in capital letters like it was trying to compensate for your absence.” Caitlyn Siehl, What We Buried

By Trinity HPublished 2 years ago • 1 min read

For the record, the sunset isn't

the sunset without you, and for

the record, every word I

write is littered with your

absence. When is some-

one gone? I breathe

and you are

the ex-

hale

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Written by Trinity H