The Salt on Your Skin
I left the city when my heart felt too heavy to carry.
Pure Linen
The Sweetness Between Aisles
I stood in the beverage aisle for ten minutes, just holding two
The Salt in Your Smile
I stepped out of the ocean with the city still humming in
Silver Echoes in a Concrete Heart
The city is loud, but I have learned to be silent.
I
The Scent of a Slow Afternoon
I left my phone in the city. I left the noise, the
The Quiet Hum of Us
The city outside my window is a blur of cold neon and
The Current Between Us
I used to think my heart was like this valley—cold stone
The Scent of Warm Bread
I wear this cap to hide the world from me, but I
The Quiet Between Us
City lights flicker beyond my window, but inside it is only us.
The Color of Your Breath
I lived in a city made of gray concrete and cold deadlines.
Moonlight on Bare Skin
The city is a distant hum, remembered only in the rhythm of
Under a Painted Sky
The city was too loud. For months, my heart beat in time
