Only a girl like this

can know what's happened to you.

If she were here she would

reach out her arms towards

you now, and touch you

with her absent hands

and you would feel nothing, but you would be

touched all the same.

“How were we to know we were happy?”

“I tried to visualize my jealousy as a yellowy-brown cloud boiling around inside…”

“Who is to say that prayers have any effect? On the other hand, who is to say th…”

“Had she believed all that? Old Pilar's folklore? No, not really; or not exactly…”