July 26, 2015 - 8:49 pm
When do I stop missing you?
When I no longer have lines of poetry in my head?
When my shards of glass break too finely to see?
When I do not have the breath in my smoke filled lungs to say I love you?
Yeah.
So when I'm dead.
That's when I will stop missing you.
Is that my way out of the labyrinth of suffering?
Hmm, very creative, Meranda..
- (m.m)