Gris

She inhaledas deeply as she couldtremulousso deeply she thought her very lungs might rupturefor she knew this was her last breath For a moment she thoughtperhaps she could hold ithold that breath tight inside herand perhaps in doing solivelive her life with that breath locked awaycaged along with her voicelive a silent lifefor as long

“Baby Come Back”

Someone should write a break-up songabout an idea they lovedthat they neglectedto write down so it left them. And now⁠—desperate for their love to come backand tortured by their inability to recallwhat the idea was⁠—they fill a song with apologies and promisesbegging for their love to come back: ♫I swear I’ll write you down this