¿Sin .... Ti?
How am I at peace and this piece was torn from me.
I cried every night,
Blinded over time by the tides and my pillow.
I had no thoughts except why:
she made me. Why? To leave me behind?
Why?
He gave her me. Why?
\'Rabbi\',
Must I let her go?
This liquid pain on my face, in my nose,
In my chest, seeping through my bones.
Free-flowing tears for the one who Passed alone.
Glossing the inevitability,
embossing too many of my faults,
varnishing a guilty conscience...
Scuffing, belittling my Parents\' masterpiece.
Addicted to the cold, the chill of being alone:
Shivering through the creeping obsessions,
Curling up to survive the freezing home.
No warm hugs from one long gone,
Another too lost to even reach out,
Grief as it fully plays out,
The third viewer, a character in its show.
By W.h.A.