I keep catching in moments where there's nothing to say, where the space between heartbeats becomes a creaking gulf. How do you talk about love that's not what it once was because of space and time, things done and left undone?

I don't want to avoid the places where it hurts, but what do you do when the reality is all talked apart and it's no better?

I thought the loss of a future was the most painful thing, but now the weight of the past is rolling and tumbling behind me, scraping like cans off a bumper, upbraiding me like I have no business here, let alone in the to-come.