Do You Know How, When You Are

Why Do Some Memories Bleed Out Of Nowhere And Others Stay Locked Behind Doors?

The Thinnest Slice Would Be Teeming With Memories Of A Love So Strong It Turned You Inside Out And Left You Gasping, And Would Be An Identical Match To A Slice Stored In The Heart Of A Soul Mate.

The Woman Who Opens The Door Has A Blue Stain On Her Shirt And Dark Hair Wound Into A Messy Knot And The Most Beautiful Eyes I Have Ever Seen. They're Pale, Like A Lioness's, Nearly Golden, But They Also Look Like They've Done Their Fair Share Of Crying, And We All Know That A Sky With Clouds In It Is Much More Interesting Than One That Doesn't Have Any.

Then Henry Speaks Again. "did He Do It?" I Turn To Him Slowly. "does It Matter?

An Apology With A Defense Built In Isn't Much Of An Apology