"Thinking of her is like dreaming of ice when you're cold..." -M

the weight of your loss

surpasses the strength of my faith

my fate not the same as before

i know now the futility of desire

for what?

starvation bites with the force of survival

lying dormant with eyes all a-flutter

your dreams as fleeting in non-waking

as mine of you are to wake up to

no more

this passing of time like betrayal

now missing an essential piece

and peace a laughable concept

belief an inviable option

so what?

[on: Brother-2's house tomorrow; juice fast ending today; seeing a counselor once a week; Marie's dream-text; mama's otherworldly "journeys"; and all the rest of it...]