I am lost by (in) you.
phantom pain from a ghost limb.
There is always light in the dark.
there is no happiness for the lost but an endurance run of searching and never finding.
forever unfinished …
and now you are gone. fractured pieces of your soul now at rest. and mine broken.
and the fog gathers all in her arms – a doting mother.
is this a form of torture especially designed for me? to torture me with the worst until i give in? but give in to what – an unknown i have no knowledge of?
knowing what you could have had but what you never chased after is the most painful thing in the world.