There is an absence. It's killing me to say this: I miss you. I can't believe I haven't evaporated, exploded, now that you've gone. State lines and power lines, remember? One less alarm and it is so ******* hard to get up in the morning. One. It's numbers, every day. You know? Arbitrary numbers that somehow we've allowed to have an effect on our lives. How did we do this? How did we become this? You worry about it too, right? Two. God, it's an illustration in futility. I can't think. I don't want to think. To recall. I don't. I just don't. You know how I am. I can only barely live with myself, you know. Don't know why I expected... **** it. Let's burn down tomorrow. Let's set fire to it. We can count the broken days from birth to graves and revel in it. But, you know how I break apart. How I go to pieces. Wait. No. You left before that. It was just me.