Ringgren

In the midst of it all, there I am. Staring blankly out, at the mist covered garden. The poppies are burdened with morning dew, and the trees sway silently in the wind. I feel far away, yet I am as close to the wound as I can be. Beside me I feel a vacuum, an empty space where you used to be. The pain is ever as fresh. though my scar has healed. I do not think I shall ever, know the peace of rain again.

You smile at me as I stumble to bed, I have had too much to drink. You find me adorable, as I try to settle under the covers. Your laugh calms my racing heartbeat, I know you will take care of me. Even when I deserve, whatever I am putting myself through.