i continue to live in the folds of the hours spent with you; inhaling your presence ..bringing you into my circle… i wonder if you feel something pulling at you in such moments.
it’s sad and happy in ways.
missing is not the word.. waking to feeling lost and in a dream (for i dream and meet you there every night… ) upon waking to this amputated being ; parts of me lying around… i spend the day gathering them and pushing them back into my body to be functional for the childrenthehousethechoresthehpusethedaythewpoplewhofilltheday
