Maybe I've flown this far off course so that the earth will truly tremble when I touch down.

I can only hope.

Today I carved a headstone.

Echoes of your voice are still tangled in my hair and I swear my waist and thighs are still marked by the pressure of your fingertips.

I've wanted you gone but I think I have to keep you here a little while longer. I hope you'll forgive the inconvenience.

I hope I will too.

Today I built a graveyard.