“I touch you knowing we weren’t born tomorrow,
and somehow, each of us will help the other live,
and somewhere, each of us must help the other die.”—Adrienne Rich, Twenty One Love Poems (via larmoyante)
“It is eight at night and
someone on the television made a joke and I looked over at where you used to sit to see if you laughed, too.
The walls collapsed around me.”—from Amanda Helm - Missing You (via amandaspoetry)