your heart is an empty room.

The piano sounds Apple says I listened the most to in 2024.

Her hyperness when her meds wear off.

The green of his eyes I see every time it rains.

Good morning texts.

Holding of hands that once shielded the abuse.

My blue couch.

The tone of her voice when she says, “GUTTER BITCH or titty baby”, her fake Italian grandmother’s accent.

Blue

Showers too long.

Giggles, stories, jokes.

Seeing her face walk through the door, knowing she won the war of getting out of bed.

Cinnamon Tea, and coffee, Hallmark movies.

Doris Doloris, who will be the biggest heart break of all.

The shock in a broken face meeting strength for the first time.

The Professor getting excited to tell me about the girl he likes or the sex he had.

Books in The Nook.

Blankets and hockey sweats.

The end of the day when I lay my head down and remind myself this life is real, and I will wake up still safely in it.

Smells of honeysuckle, sugar plums, and favorite flannels.

Lovers that forever stain the walls of this heart.

So much feminine rage and way too many damn shoes.