Why is it

Why is it that as soon as I open this fucking laptop

My nervous system starts to calm down

My breathing starts to return to normal

After an entire day of wanting to crawl out of my skin

And leave this world behind


My heart is still in my body, and it still hurts

My heart still hurts so much, because I have to do this without you

You’re right there, but so far away

I’ve grieved your eventual loss dozens of times


The ones who would help me through this are already gone

Long gone, in fact

And new waves of grief wreck me when I realize that I have to do this,

Not only without you, but without them

Genetics on both sides of my timeline, just gone


I probably should just go to sleep, all will be right in the morning

But my mind will not let me rest until I’m able to cultivate a modicum of peace

In my own body, on my own

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