bone

by Yrsa Daley-Ward

When I came back, our house was gone. Sometimes exactly what you want not to happen happens anyway.

Before you are dismantled, fixed and broke again you are not yet a lover. Remember on the right night and under the right light any idea can seem like a good one and love love is mostly ill advised but always brave.

If you’re afraid to write it, that’s a good sign. I suppose you know you’re writing the truth when you’re terrified.

Seize that loveliness. It has always been yours.