Losing you


January 12, 2022

Without you, no one retells the story about the day I was born.
And even if they did, their face and being couldn’t soften into the truth of love the way yours did. Without you, drive by chalk boards are in drought. Inspiration on mute. Without you, my laughter forgets itself. Amnesia. Without you, there’s an epidemic. An outbreak of a virus called lost. Without you, when the petrol runs out there’s no one to call. There is no dialing code for the dead. I learn patience on a highway of prayers. Without you my heart meets the truth and meaning behind the word: orphan.



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