I Have Made Mistake But You Weren’t One   Every scroll through my camera roll shows me that stark amber circle hugging hazel eyes barely clinging to life. Every photo is full of mossy greens, grey blues that rival the North Atlantic, and honey browns….

How do you grieve when you’re ripped at that seams? Like there’s never enough time to pause, even breathe Not ready to go Not ready to cease Don’t wanna believe No sand left here to see Never taught to release Never taught not to beat…