✧ callahan’s chest ✧
poem: “on fogged glass”

i wrote your name
into the window mist
and watched the sea
erase it.

the candle bent low,
the tide came higher,
and i thought of home—
the one i never reached.

the gulls wheel above me,
their wings like torn letters
blown across the atlantic.

if you find this,
press your palm to the glass,
breathe once,
and let it fog over.

i’ll be there
in the condensation.