“The Season That Stuck to My Skin”

This piece is a memorial for someone I loved, someone whose presence shaped my world and whose absence continues to echo through it. It has been fifteen years since I lost him, and still, some days feel just as heavy. This is my way of honoring our time together, of grieving out loud, and of learning to let go of the pain without letting go of him. On the days when the air is still and unbearably thick, I remember him most. This is for him.

This is for us.

Photo credit: Jen Jones