The aroma of hot coffee on a cold morning. How the brisk air opens your nostrils and the scent rides on cool breezes. Reverent gazes over steaming cups, mixed with soft voices and tinkling laughter....

This heart on my sleeve is blackened and dried out. It itches but bever heals. I pick at the scabs to feel. Bleeding for me as I bled for us. I see your lips in the crimson as it goes twisting down my...