As her fingertips brushed through the fragile pages;
familiar notes of handwriting flit onto her lips, then her ears. She could almost hear his voice again.
The thin, ribboned memories sweetly tie themselves into the hollow spaces. The one on the left side of her wrist, the little corner behind the eye socket.
And especially, the ones where she holds her breath, hoping her very heartbeat would be enough.
Enough rhyme & reason to stay here.
Sep 28, 2014
Sep 28, 2014 at 9:05 AM UTC
As her fingertips brushed through the fragile pages;
familiar notes of handwriting flit onto her lips, then her ears. She could almost hear his voice again.
The thin, ribboned memories sweetly tie themselves into the hollow spaces. The one on the left side of her wrist, the little corner behind the eye socket.
And especially, the ones where she holds her breath, hoping her very heartbeat would be enough.
Enough rhyme & reason to stay here.
