sofiawritesthings

Darling, he'd said in his soft, rich way, I was the night itself.”

as your long-dead promises

flickered through my

daydreams - and Noah

Kahan sang about

being left behind,

and your earbud

fell to my side - right

before the bridge. Most

things are only ever just

a bit louder than your

voice, anyway. I almost

thought

he would love

I almost thought

he did

but stopped myself

before the train could hit.

And this, and this, and this.

Image from my photo series about Achilles and Patroclus, and their tragic yet effervescent love