Pen Pal

by J.T. Geissinger

Everyone else’s emotions piled on top of my own can get suffocating sometimes.

distance doesn’t make the longing go away. I can still taste your skin.

“He … left me.” “You’re separated?” That’s one way of putting it. “Yes.”

You told a random mechanic about your husbands death but, for some reason now you can’t?

Hindsight is a real bitch sometimes.