This Pain, This Dying, This Is Just

He's Stuck At 3:14 A.m. With Only The Moon To Talk To.

The Word God Asks A Question And Then Answers It Before There Is Any Chance To Wonder.

That Day I Carried The Dream Around Like A Full Glass Of Water, Moving Gracefully So I Would Not Lose Any Of It.

I Moved His Hair Out Of His Face. I Put My Hand Under His Nose And Felt Gentle, Even Breaths. I Pressed My Lips Against His Ear And Whispered Again, It’s Not Your Fault. Perhaps This Was Really The Only Thing I Had Ever Wanted To Say To Anyone, And Be Told.

Life Is Just This Way, Broken, And I Am Crazy To Hope For Something Else.