Your memory feels like
fog with no lighthouse...

There are only
so many pieces...

I wake up
the weight of the day heavy...

How many bubbles
does it take to drown...

Lean into the wind
feel the smoke...

I feel your loss
like two rivers...

Throughout the years
they grew together...

She felt bright and shiny
and a little bit new...

I'm crippled by
the pain, and fear...

I am soft and wide
like hips that have seen childbirth...

I'm beginning to wonder
if these scars are...

I hear you knocking
to come in...