Love Don’t Always Mean Staying

When together is lonely

photo of a boat on the water from Unsplash.

Here’s what I remember most about that night. The cry of the loons. Crazy thing is, doesn’t matter how much I think back, still can’t figure out where or how that sound got in my body. Ears, maybe, but I don’t think so.

More like my pores drank the sound until I was near drunk with it.