- Your fan revolves As your words circle me

- The sky was full of full gray clouds

- We are tired and proud and full to bursting

- I have a little paper brown bag of books

- We only miss the important people, and we only miss the trivial things

- you talk about the weather and the expectation of rain

- here there is only the hard morning kicking through last night’s water droplets and the night

- you think of me on days that are aching for rain.

- I miss the tides’ pull so much that I am leaking salt water.

- She finds herself saying “we” less and less now and she realizes that “we” is a memory.