5.14.2022

She’s fading from me. Those exquisitely distinguished features are no longer etched into the tombstone of memory. Does this mean I am healing, elevating myself beyond the daily torment of my failure? Or does this mean I am losing her into the death of forgetfulness? I found two people I cherish with my life, and since that day of hatred and anguish, I finally feel the warm, heated rays of light peering through the screen of darkness. I love him, and I love her. Without them, I would surrender my humanity. I don’t want another decade…two…three walking barefoot on shattered glass with no voice to soothe the aching tears of my soles. Without a hand extended towards me that I know I can reach at the end of it. Without a body to embrace and rain my kisses upon. We three are a disaster, a chaotic ignition waiting for the right trigger to unleash its pent up explosion. But until the apocalypse arrives, I will treasure every moment I have.