Goodnight

It’s the nights when you leave too soon— before my body aches and I feel sleep overcome me— that I am surrounded by the reality of having to exist without you. Poem by J. Grace

somewhere between

Somewhere between good morning and goodnight, I found you. And somehow, even though you had a future already imagined, you wanted to create one with me. I think we must have looked at the night sky, and seen the same stars. Poem by J. Grace