Golden Hour Ghosts
Dust motes danced in the last light, same as the memories. This
Golden Hour Reverie
The wheat field wasn't planned, of course. Neither was running
The Weight of Gold in Silence
He found me here, amidst the fading gold of the wheat fields
Golden Hour Reverie
He always finds me here, doesn't he? Drawn to the
Golden Hour Reverie
The wheat field whispers secrets to my boots, but they're
The Static Between Us
He texts, and honestly, it's irritating. Another ‘thinking of you.
Golden Hour Reverie
The sun bleeds gold, a slow descent upon the fields,
and I
The Static Between Heartbeats
The chipped ceramic warmed my palms, a mundane comfort against the chill
The Distance Between Columns
The glass and steel of this office tower reflect the city back
The Obsidian Bloom
The rain always knew where to find him. A predictable pattern, really,
City Lights, Lingering Touch
The rain tasted of the city – steel and longing, a flavor I
The Geometry of Longing
The city hummed a lonely tune, and for a long time, I
