Every day, the emptiness seeps into the sunlight.
Grief lays a chokehold on the bluebirds nesting below the sun.
No words are right for you. Your soul was beyond words—
beyond context, beyond understanding.
Post after post after post of repetitive lines and drained feelings.
Air is harder to breathe.
Life is harder to swallow.
Love is harder to digest.
& the begging won’t let them bring you back to me.
termites of the page 