For we have thought the larger thoughts
    And gone the shorter way.
And we have danced to devil's tunes,
    Shivering home to pray;
To serve one master in the night,
    Another in the day.

the letter always bled for her for her eyes (brown as those old bottles in the medicine cabinet) bleeding words like teardrops yet without spilling onto the green tile floor those words always pure only staining the paper glossy black ink blood like muslin stuck to an old wound those words always strong yet blurred, obscure words only a scholar would find obscene

happy are those who die because they have returned to those first crumbs of dirt that fed us to that first hole to that soft black and smell of coal

My worst fears are
Coming true.
They don't believe me,
They believe you.

I don't like to think,

But I can't help it,

That I would never love another, like I loved her.

But I do.

12:00 pm
Midnight is when the breeze flows
Through my slightly cracked window
And ruffles my curtains
12:30 pm
I want to sleep but you keep crawling
Back into my brain
Dusting off abandoned corners of my memories
I never wanted to touch those again
The cobwebs frightened me
1:00 pm
Now I'm crying
It's a low wail
The time on my clock shows
All the thoughts I am wasting
On you
5:00 am
It's been a few hours
I think I've cried out all my tears
My body goes limp into an
Unstatisfiyng sleep
I know that when I wake up
You will not be next to me
Like how you always used to be
11:00 am
I've slept and I was right
You are not here
The puddles on my pillow collect
Into my hair
You haven't kissed me gently to
Wake me up
You haven't stroked my hair to the side
To peck my cheek and say
"Good morning"
7:00 pm
I have spent the day
Mourning over you
I wonder what you are doing
I wonder where you have gone
12:00 pm
Midnight is when I repeat the cycle
Of missing you.