438.

And so the years of
mourning resurrect today
in honor of hearts.

437.

Sometimes I can feel
insecurities reaching
out of their set grave.

436.

If only I could
just poke my ear and let the
thoughts come tumbling out.

435.

I think of you with
every pass of another
body against skin.

434.

Fragile breakups too
often lead to recapture.
Escape while you can.

433.

The supernova
of that dream crests and then breaks
over us gently.

432.

An hourglass drip.
leaking Stockholm Syndromes is
the family view here.