Pps Amour [patched] May 2026

PPS: This morning I peeled an orange for myself and thought of the way you used to save me the last slice. Sweet. Imperfect. Wet with the juice of something we couldn't name.

PPS Amour— not a cry, not a claw-back, just a footnote left bleeding in the margin: I was here. I loved you. I still check the mailbox for someone who no longer writes back. pps amour

Postscript to a love I forgot to sign

PPS: I lied when I said I didn't mind the silence. I collected every empty second you gave me and pressed them like dried flowers between the pages of a book I'll never finish. PPS: This morning I peeled an orange for