You and your photographs of boats; a repeated metaphor for departure, or the possibility of a voyage? What you cannot tell me you tell me with a vessel and its single passenger eyes fixed on some skylit conclusion. Set apart and starkly upon a canvas of tractable waves, brought to still by the trigger-click of your camera, like the sound a key makes when it releases the lock. Your heart became that lock; these images how you have always articulated distance.Darling, there are just as many ways of saying goodbye as there are ways of letting you go. Love, if this is how you choose to leave me, let me let you. -c. w, boats
just your regular girl with commitment issues, who can never finish writing anything but will never stop trying.