I got my knickers in a twist and put on my passive aggressive panties, when really – it was all out of fear, my love.

Now I sit in silence, doubling-up on meds just to ward off the tears that haven’t flowed since I saw you last. And I fear I may never see you again. I fear none of us will ever see you again.

I hold onto bits of our conversation that shone through the cracks of our quarrel. Like, when we agreed we’d meet again through heaven and hell and the space that lies between. Afterall, it’s not like we didn’t meet for a reason. But, I stumble upon the why’s as I frantically focus my energy on art and writing to ward off the heaviness I feel when I miss you the most. The unrelenting day dreams of you laughing and cracking jokes; one of which…

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