How i didn't die too is a mystery.
Yet here i am, still breathing,
paying the electric bill...albeit late.
The dreams we had are defunct.
i nurture new ones,
tiny wooden ships on a sea of uncertainty
which my friends patch with Gorilla Glue when they splinter.
Not free, not easy,
but evidently The Way It's Supposed To Be.
i wake in the morning and You're still gone.
i make the coffee and try not to remember.
i work, and work, and run.
One day i'll run far enough to move beyond it.
Just not today.