Your memory feels like
fog with no lighthouse...

Eyes closed.
Let my hands...

Heat, she felt
as his fingers traced...

On a stormy Sunday,
when I'm eating chocolate kisses...

...pain
is not always visible...

if
I had to...

my lips
are dry like bones...

I am learning
to rest...

We were walking
along the edge...

I moved like a ship
on the water...

I see You, God
when i'm outside...

I will not be afraid
of closing the binding...