absence.

People often write of how it’s something beautiful when everything goes quiet, when you’re alone and someone fills their mind.

That’s not when I want to be remembered. I want to be with you when everything is loud. When you have no place for a any thoughts outside of what’s going on. When you’re in the middle of your happiest moment. Mid laughter, mid embrace, middle of a full to the seams room, occupied by all the people you love.

In that bursting fullness I want you to feel the absence of me and think if she were only here it would be right, it would be perfect.

the blood

& the bones

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