Swear Not By The MoonA coffee mug lies on the floor. A Polaroid picture of 2 pairs of feet is on top of a shirt that I wore, that still smells of you if you put it to your mouth. Was it real? Did it actually happen? So short, I can’t be sure that you were here, that it wasn’t just another of the dreams in my head that I forget are just dreams, were always just dreams. A scrap of paper lies on the floor. It reads “What are we living for if live is for love, yet love is restricted by life?”. You wrote that at 3am, while we lay on the bed, talking religion and philosophy. That conversation came right after the one about how if we hadSwear Not By The Moon
