A Moment Exhausted Long Past Its Expiration Date
What lasts? Things bright, shiny and new, or things worn out and lived through? Where is the consistency in love, when loss lurks at every corner? A perpetual reminder, that all we’ll ever truly know is the absence of something. It’s been quiet and I’ve been tracing back to all the instances of you. Truth be told, the memories are fading. Thank god, or whoever. I thought I’d never rid myself of the ghost of…