hoarder

yes, i've been avoiding this, this putting words on pages, or letting them tumble too fluidly from my mouth: i am as possessive of you as ever, and as fearful of your evaporation.

that's wrong, of course: you yourself are as free as a feather (at least, i'm committed to that position) but i keep a tight grip on the ripples you make in me, a miser counting words and fingering memories, ordering and reordering emotions like an obsessive librarian.