Drew Myron Quotes

Last night your thin walls invited me to the party next door / reminded me I am a quiet person in a quiet life.

Memory, when it juts, retreats, recovers, shows us how to hold the darkness, how to breathe.

I can't recall the sound of your voice
Still, I bring flowers and meet the sky
ask it to hold me, too.

Unless you are silent, you will not
know your urgent heart, how it beats
between the thin skin of yes and no.