my youth was stolen by my love.
I brought myself to life
and paid the price.
I remember the moments
when my heart wasn’t beating,
a moment of you between the beats.
I change the story every time
but that one moment remains

I will age with it & die with it
my chant for when I sleep
and when I wake in the morning
I can’t remember how to cope with it
a journal by my bedside
to keep track of what to think
I cannot think, if not of you

My epitaph
my memoir

I crumble and become your absence