Pictures painted with water. Poetry breathed between kisses. Too beautiful to last.

“Now that I've found the way to fly, which direction should I head into the nigh…”

“His lips move silently, and I know what he says: the words of a poem that only …”

“Did you know Grandfather would give the poems to me?” I ask.“We thought he migh…”

“Forgetting lets you live without the pain for a moment but remembering hits har…”