i spend days in bed debilitated by loss.
i attempted to cry you back...
but the water is done.
and still you have not returned.
i pinch my belly till it bleeds.
have lost count of the days.
sun becomes moon and moon becomes sun and i become ghost.
a dozen different thoughts tear trough me each second.
you must be on your way.
perhaps it’s better if you are not.
i am ok. no.
i am angry. yes.
i hate you. maybe.
i can’t move on. i will.
i forgive you. i am trying.