““It seems we’ve left skin in each other’s lungs. I should have looked under your bed skirt for my wallet, but how could credit cards compare to the sneeze after we’ve parted? Gone and still you make me reach for a tissue—still my palms turn circles in the red breakwater of your heartbeat. I want to tell you, I have nothing but respect for your ribcage now that we both know it’s not big enough to hold us.””
