You Could Make This Place Beautiful

by Maggie Smith

For to wish to forget how much you loved someone—and then to actually forget—can feel, at times, like the slaughter of a beautiful bird who chose, by nothing short of grace, to make a habitat of your heart. —Maggie Nelson

I know what you’re thinking, but no—the ghost wasn’t him, it was me. She said I was being haunted by the part of me who couldn’t set this down.