The Dead Romantics

by Ashley Poston

Would’ve, should’ve, could’ve. Hindsight was such a bitch.

“Live a little.” “Yes, well, would that I could.” “Probably wrong choice of words. See you on the other side!”

I couldn’t believe that I was swooning over the bare minimum—decency

is a celebration,’ ” I read, my voice wobbling, “ ‘of life and death. It stays with you. It lingers, my darlings, long after I’m gone. Listen for me when the wind rushes through the trees. I love