Her Bones Are Coral Made

If you could measure people by what kind of praise they are, he would be a pat on the back. She would be an approving smile. He would be a proud handshake. But my favorite is you, a kiss on the forehead.

Whispers are so gentle. Sometimes the very breath tickles your ear and you have to get still and lean in. Whispers are intimate, words meant just for you and you alone. They are compelling. Come closer. I want to share something with you.

And when I loved her more than ever… I detested the thought that one day I might have these same feelings for someone else.

Several years later, from a taxi, you will see someone in a doorway who looks like her, but she will be gone by the time you persuade the driver to stop. You will never see her again. Whenever it rains you will think of her.