We Can Heal. Perhaps We Can Return

Then I Realize From The Hollow Sound Of Her Gun's Click That Her Gun Isn't Loaded. Apparently She Just Wants To Slap Me Around With It.

June Has Never Looked More Beautiful Than She Does Now, Unadorned And Honest, Vulnerable Yet Invincible.

I Make Sure To Keep A Good Distance Between Us, Just In Case She Decides To Get Happy With A Knife Or Something.

The Memory Fades, And I’m Left Hanging On To The Ghosts Of His Words.

You Try To Walk In The Light.