The Art of a Life
V.
I didn’t need a god, I had you, your beautiful hands, the way they played the piano so gracefully, the way they put a pen against paper and made words that would erase everything I believed before. You ruined me, telling me that the ghosts I felt were inside you, too, but to trust them.
But they never left, like you said they would.
But they never left, like you said they would.
♠ ♠ ♠
In the story as a whole this piece is italicized, and it is the only part of the story that I do that with.