Seeking
comfort
in the strangest
of places
blurriest
of faces
quickest
of paces
for strangers
feel more like
home than
any love
I've ever
known

bodies drown in water.
pain drowns in art (and bourbon ).

-May Colde

We broke up
A box of my belongings on the porch
When I found the strength
I went through it
To feel you one last time
Relive the memories
Smell your scent on my clothes
Look through the letters I wrote
The cards I got you for every occasion
In the mix, a Valentine’s Day card
Looked unfamiliar
From someone else... again
Finally a famiLIAR feeling
Broken hearted