The radio waxes romantic.
Its lullabies fill our eyes with tears.
We don’t say a word.
There’s nothing to say that hasn’t been heard.
I feel like I’ve probably forgotten a lot of the places we visited but I wanted to write what I could remember, so I can
And what is Holy Week if not a time for a bit of introspection? The past couple of weeks have been quite the whirlwind that
I can’t tell you this is exactly where I imagined my life would be at 40 when I was 25. I don’t even remember half
I promise I won’t you send spam—only the kind you can eat. And even then, probably just as a recipe ingredient.
Copyright © 2023 macy alcaraz. All Rights Reserved. Site Powered by Pix & Hue.
