Long after you are goneI can still taste your kissThe room still has those tracesOf the moments that we caughtYour hair still snakes on my pillowThe creases on the sheetTell me that it was for realI smell our togethernessI hear your words in my earThe moments when I readUntold stories in your silenceWhen you looked in my eyesThe creases on the sheetTell me that it was for real
Book Review: Hanging Out: The Radical Power of Killing Time
The quiet catastrophe of not knowing how to simply be with each other without structure or agenda or what Sheila
