April 24, 2026
I carved a heart you swallowed in bark
not out of hunger,
but ritual.
Every autumn you let go
more easily than I do.
Every spring,
you grew further from the boy who named you.
March 18, 2026
I wore a clover behind my ear. You laughed and said I was always reaching for luck in the wrong places.
September 19, 2025
“I loved a girl with anchor tattoos who left because she thought I was pretending.”