You couldn’t tell I was crying because my eyes were closed.
Thank God, I thought you had cancer.”
“I have that too.
words by dominic riccitello
I want you to look at me the way I look at the ceiling in the night. The way three am knows my name.
I wonder if you’re looking at the supermoon wondering what it’s like to feel whole?
I appreciate the sadness.
It was like that time on the phone, how I said I was scared you’d forget about me. The way you said that’s a chance you’ll have to take was said with such a deep repressed sadness.