Last night I kissed another woman and tried to not think of your lips.
We ******, desperate.
Falling in and out of each other in an attempt to rid the stain of them.

To burn sage in a home is a ritual of sorts.
Which is to say, the burning may have stopped awhile ago but my body still has roots.

I ran my fingers across her jaw like it meant something to me.
For a moment, I think we both believed that this meant something to us.

The way two souls can be together in this way makes love look like a hitchhiker.