You Between the Lines

by Katie Naymon

dream of your wrist, / and I choke in lavender.

“She always said, ‘You’re just like your father.’ Constantly. Even when it was a compliment. ‘The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.’

My eyes snag on that final word—no longer a name, but a promise of forward motion.

Yours, Will

HOW DO YOU SHOW SOMEONE you’ve evolved? That you’re better—because of them?

And the only conclusion I have, after parsing through every word we’ve ever shared, is that I am irrevocably in love with you. I can’t make it go away. It hasn’t worked for ten years.

understood. I love everything you’ve been, everything you are, everything you could be.