He was a ghost. He had gone and gotten himself killed somehow and now he was a ghost. He was excited. He promised to look after me. He would always be there. But… I cried to him, But I can’t hold you in my arms. I can’t feel your warmth as you wrap around me. […]
i keep dreaming about hannah. and kids. kids that hold out their hands for me. kids that spend days with the paper and pencils i bring them. kids that fall asleep on me staring at hannah.