I.
I have no other way to deal with missing you.
From my very bones, I knitted the chain the I drag.
I thought I had picked up the weight, the chain, the grief.
Standing here, I weep and admit I am wrong.
Wrong, wrong, wrong…so very wrong.
II.
Every time the sun sets, I think of you.
Every night the moon rises, I dream of you.
Each morning the dawn knocks on my door, I open it. Hoping for you.
But you are not there.
Nothing but the place where you should be.
And my heart breaks anew.
