SeattleSetSail

I slid my fingers carefully across the soft roads of your neck. I wondered how much laughter had vibrated through there, and how many sobs had painfully scraped their way through. I wondered how many words, too. How many happy, sad, angry, nice, mean, joyful, excited words had passed through there. And how many times had those roads been empty with silence because you didn’t know what to say, or you didn’t want to. I ran my fingers through the many passageways of your hair. I wondered if every strand of hair was tied down to a memory, a feeling, an emotion, the story they would tell. I imagined that the darker strands were dark