We can keep talking like this, without saying what we mean. There are dead ends everywhere on the most random streets. We both know.Someday, somewhere, I’ll be looking out the window of somebody else’s car on a rainy night in July, and I won’t know you’re gone yet.
"I'll be looking out the window of somebody else's car on a rainy night in July, and I won't know you're gone yet." That might be the best line about anticipatory grief I've read in a long time. The seasons carrying the whole relationship is quietly devastating.
Great to have your voice here on Substack, Casey. Subscribed and look forward to reading more. I would love you to do the same, if my writing resonates.
This felt incredibly intimate. I love that you included exact details like the name of the lake. Beautiful.
Thank you so much <3
"I'll be looking out the window of somebody else's car on a rainy night in July, and I won't know you're gone yet." That might be the best line about anticipatory grief I've read in a long time. The seasons carrying the whole relationship is quietly devastating.
Great to have your voice here on Substack, Casey. Subscribed and look forward to reading more. I would love you to do the same, if my writing resonates.
Thank you so much for reading and your support :). I subscribed as well.
Felt the emotions dredging from past to present with no real rest. Well done!
Thank you so much, Kayla :)
Lovely poem! Thank you for sharing!
Thank you for reading :)
You captured that sense of heart break & separation so well that I need to reorient after reading this; well done, so beautifully written
Thank you so much for reading. I’m glad you found it meaningful.
This was lovely Casey, well done!
Thank you so much for your support ❤️
Beautifully written♥️
Thank you, Julie!!! ❤️
Your poems flicker like scenes from the Midwest of my dreams 💙🙏
Thank you so much for the support. It means a lot!! 🙏🏼❤️