Her hand touched my face as her words left a trace of a cloud in the air Wednesday December 13th. “The distance” she said, “will have our hearts torn apart” But I would rather have half than no heart at all.
then for a moment a glimpse of her face appeared in the glass through the fog and the rain.
I reached out to nothing. Bound by darkness I awoke suddenly.
The horrors of reflecting
Every thread stitched in debt to your impartial love and your will to force a smile through regret.
Your intentions they quietly ripped at my sides.
Did you find what you wanted?
Was I a burden or the light in your eyes?
I could never look directly into them.
Anchor your ghost
so I can rest my head.
Everything beautiful is gone.
I will spend every waking hour
Staring at the sun.