Coming to terms that my mourning will last a lifetime-For a lifetime never had.
Why is it so hard without you here.
I search for you everywhere- I looked in others and empty glasses.
I read words you never wrote- yet my hands did not purge them.
Two beers-two coffees-two please…
Two breaths that I can’t breathe- Did you make this asthma in me?
I’ll go to therapy soon- and tell them the most fucked up things about how I keep you with me.
Tattoos cover me- yet nothing ink has changed exorcised you from me.
Is it true- that death is the only cure for our separation?
It is true- that death was the cause for our separation.
I found our family- I left them till death.
I was as disposable to them- as you were in death.
Let them mourn- both of us.
I sit- in front of a mirror.
I sit- a mirror in my backpack.
I sit- a mirror in my lap.
Yet- I am petrified of broken glass.
Yet- petrified broken of what we represent.