by tobias crabtree
once you were so in front of me, but now you are gone.
once, you were here. there was no question, i didn’t wonder.
somewhere along the way, i saw some stitching come undone, it was like a thread or something. i looked at the rest of the seams and they were still and silent and stitched.
this is all normal. and just fine. because otherwise it’s not.
i am amazed that our tears are salty like our blood, like the sea we came from.
if you wonder what i mean, don’t ask me why.
why is as real as the color blue, beyond that i don’t know a thing.