Rivers and mahogany

Do we all feel it?

Days are so tender, and painful and sweet. Do we all feel it?

On rainy days I light a candle, fall in love with Chance Peña, and try not to cry for my Mama and Papa. Cause what a girl supposed to do?

Love is in the inconveniences. Calling at the wrong time, sharing a home, asking too much, a little too soon. My heart breaks and it laughs. My phone number keeps being tossed around. Friendship attempts backfire.

Sometimes you miss people too much you feel an ache in your bones. But we go on, and we are alright. Taking warm baths, just enough salt, drinking deep red rosella from our cups.

And we tell God about all the ones we love. Praying they are breathing alright, they are sleeping alright, that they dream of us as we dream of them.

Dreams of rivers and mahogany. Where we walk on cabin floors, creaking like notes on an old piano. And they call our name from the other side of the wall, right before we wake.