“ I need to work on me.The mewithout you. ”
Through windows,in wishing wells,whispering in the wind...that's where I find you.
~ Jessica Kristie
In that wounded place,buried betweenmy ribs and letting go,I miss you.
I die a little,In the echo of your silence.
I was just an option.Blown easily to piecesand offered to the skyby the sweet laced painupon your lips.
