There is so much pain in the world.

I wish I didn’t feel a damn thing.

But I’m right here, and I love you.

No, you don’t know how it feels.

And I’m sorry you don’t get to choose who lives and who dies,

But sweetheart what are you doing?

I’ve got 911 on the line, you didn’t have to do this alone.

Yes, I’ll tell your mother.


I’m not even five foot three, and still, you loom over me.

You hang in the air like a stray kite, dipping in the air, never flying quite right.