Photography by Abigail Saturday
Shattered
You were hoping that time would smooth the edges, as if what we had was shattered glass that could be quietly swept away. But I knew even then that no amount of distance would soften how I felt about you. To me, your absence would be a page torn from a book. The moment I saw you again, it would be as though we never parted. Our story wasn’t one that would fizzle out or be forgotten, only bookmarked and tucked on the back of a shelf.
Photography by Scott Rust
Helium
Photography by Abigail Saturday
Sunspot
I’ll remember your smile for all that it is, beautiful and blinding, a sunspot behind my eyes. I’ll keep the days we had like a book on my bedside table, a story half told, a sentence hanging on bittersweet hope
Photography by Abigail Saturday
Bait
Photography by Abigail Saturday
Icarus
Icarus understood, that it is better to be burned by the sun than to never know the feeling of a soul on fire.
Photography by Abigail Saturday
Stranger
Photography by Scott Rust
Lovers
This is my letter to all the ex-lovers who said I looked best in red.
Photography by Forrest Stinson
Stars
Photography by Morgan Root
Shiver
Your name still makes me shiver, the thought of you still tender as a bruise.
Photography by Abigail Saturday