But what is so headstrong as youth?

“It was a long time ago. It doesn’t matter anymore. And yet I cannot let it go. I cannot let it go.”

She asked me if I was happy the other day. I said I think so. Then she asked what it felt like. I couldn't really say. It's easier to describe the feeling when you're sad because it's a heavy thing in your pockets. But happy is just the walk home. You don't even notice it.

“Please just move the hell on. I don’t want to have to be the one who mourns everything when everyone else has clearly forgotten. It’s mortifying. It’s mortifying to be the one who remembers.”

“I am a lover without a lover. I am lovely and lonely and I belong deeply to myself.”

“i am crowded by your absence.”

“Somewhere on the other side of this wide night / and the distance between us, I am thinking of you.”

“Come love, make me better than I was. Come teach me a kinder way to say my own name.”