A Matter of Distance
Between our first kiss and our first night, there were a few days of uncertainty. She made it clear that she wasn't ready for a relationship. I said something similar, but it was hardly clear. That her name didn't sound right when I said it. It wasn't a matter of pronunciation or inflection; it was a matter of distance.
¶ 5:23 PM
This is a collection of my entire life's sentences as I have judged them.
Some are innocent, others are not, but each hides within it a subtle prisoner; a villain that could be freed if you pried the lines apart like cell bars and read between them, detailing remorse for a crime of life that can no longer be disguised.