Pillow Talk

she sneaks and capitalizes the letter of His name, knowing that even in the weakest moments when water is blowing off the river and it’s cold, He’ll still send her pictures of the snow as she sits in a hotel room in Kentucky heat in May wondering what her future will hold when and if there’s ever the chance to live out the life that she’s planned inside a lopsided apartment when the only thing to really consider was whether or not a workout would be enough to sustain her another day. a whirlwind, He materialized in her life some time between the golden hours of knowing sleep evaded her and the idea that there might still be a chance. And from there, they bloomed into something virtual – a distance that blossomed between long messages and video journals, tasks to be completed and love to be shown; she marked herself with His words to show the world that someone somewhere was proud of the accomplishments she’s managed to acquire. Because theirs was a connection so fundamentally built on thinking that the other was something more than they were, it’s no wonder that after a lifetime of living and an eon of pining, they fizzled, spitting gristle and forgetting that the first euphoric taste of truth really did remind each of them there might be something more than learning a name or remembering a birthday.