Vespers in gloaming light

Some notes to my brother, who has moved away

Kyle, You should know the house is very much the same and also completely different. Without you that is. Your room is empty, the bathroom is bare. Without you here, the house lacks the smell of lavender epsom salt or the sound of someone roller skating upstairs in your room. Your laughter does not echo… Continue reading Some notes to my brother, who has moved away