#33 indoorkid: I’m dying here. I’m dying every day
I have to try and build a life again,
And fill the hours, and find something to say,
Or any reason left to move my pen.
Again I’m standing center of the room
Forgetting what I had begun to do,
And any goals that over me did loom
Dissolve with tears still falling over you.
Without your ears to hear and eyes to see,
I’m disappearing here all on my own.
And what is moving in, replacing me:
A hopelessness that I have never known.
Here is wherever I once called my heart,
Whose healing doesn’t ever seem to start.
