You can tell me not to worry. “Yes, dear,” I’ll say, but I will worry anyway.
We said forever — in French — so we must have meant it, right?
I dream of sliding on ice and multi-car pile-ups on the Interstate. I wake up alone.
She yawns like a kitten. I tuck her into bed. Good night, sweet Heart.
The bell is broken I’ve not been hearing it not ringing all day and it’s really getting on my nerves