I remember the stars sprinkling a cotton candy sky. Pinky fingers intertwined. A promise we’d always be close.
Then school, jobs, husbands, miles. A post on Facebook. Feeling my knees fall.
I remember the color of clouds. A whispering sky. The fresh breath of trees. Being nowhere. Feeling you everywhere.
Karen Crawford lives and writes in the City of Angels where she exorcises demons one word at a time.