dream

There are days when the torment arrives with an empty moment - empty of rush and plan. As if the Question and all of its pain is walking behind me like a sad child, who rushes to me when my arms are briefly free. But the worst days are those which start with a dream. You are always there with abandonment, desperation, incomprehension, and despair. And when I wake my soul is used up. I am an empty shell with even the longing jaded and hopeless.
I miss you. I am a thin line around a you-shaped hole. If you ever think othewise, you are wrong in that thinking. Love has not changed. It will not ever.