We’ve hung out many times over the past nights.
She’s always so near but distant.
The top of the parking garage,
just us and the full moon.
Tomorrow’s her birthday.
– For more in this series and the story behind it, see 13 years
13 years, Fiction, Journal excerpts, Photography
We’ve hung out many times over the past nights.
She’s always so near but distant.
The top of the parking garage,
just us and the full moon.
Tomorrow’s her birthday.
– For more in this series and the story behind it, see 13 years