I mean. Sometimes is okay.

[ She laughs, only because it keeps her from crying in the moment, and then she's quiet. Talking like this, together and alone, curled close, feels like nights when she could lay in her mother's arms and tell her anything. Usually, it was about school or interesting things she'd discovered playing. Concerns small children have. ]

I started wearing your clothes because they smelled like you. For a second when I closed my eyes, you were still there.