The 19th of December, 1958
I was 16 and you warmed up the spaces between my fingers and told me that we'll face the world together, forever. And I had no doubts. You looked into my eyes and all went quiet, like God had muted the whole world just for us to start raising our voices because nothing could ever be louder than the sound of our beating hearts when they're speaking on the behalf of love.

March the 28th, 1964
I was losing my mind with a mouthful of Whiskey and no war could fucking compare. Your parents sucked all the light I had in me the minute they took you away and stated that I'll never be able to have the smell of your skin stuck on my body ever again.

3rd of January, 1965
My bed sheets have seen it all. Sleep hadn't knocked upon my eyes ever since you left. I smoked a cigarette for each time your absence smothered the roots of my soul. My fingers were all cold and numb, longing for yours to make them feel okay again. And even so, I knew you were going to come back.