Sublime

In my more narcissistic fantasies, I wondered if perhaps her parents might look at me as a shadow daughter.

I would be the promise she didn’t get to realize.

it was hard to understand exactly who I was mourning.

I’m wondering if perhaps the familiarity they’re sharing now is really just a relic.

It was amazing how much a person’s life could progress in seven years, if given the chance.

It would mean I was necessary.

nisei

The scales tipping toward more important moments lived among other people in other places in other rooms far away from each other.

now I am realizing that testifying would carry other significance as well: