Maybe When I Get In The Grave,

To Not To Have Entirely Wasted One’s Life Seems To Be A Worthy Accomplishment, If Only For Myself.

The Blankets Had Fallen Off And I Stared Down At Her White Back, The Shoulder Blades Sticking Out As If They Wanted To Grow Into Wings, Poke Through That Skin. Little Blades. She Was Helpless.

And I Said To Myself That He Was The First Thing That I Had Ever Missed In My Life.

There Is Light Somewhere.

It Seems I Make A Lot Of Mistakes And It Seems That I Am Not Allowed Any.