Fancy Meeting You Here

Sometimes the memories become too much, and I wonder if you have locked me away as I have you. And if every now and again I begin kicking through the walls of your mind, overwhelming you, and if I do I wonder if you quietly surrender, or if you furiously gasp for air when the [...]

Little Deaths

Little Deaths

  There are little deaths in every bit of remembering, and all of the forgetting. The truth is I don't know if I should bleed for you, or for me. © Nicole Lyons 2016