"Hoping, body praying, how I unfold my hands, how I say, I miss you but I’m done trying to force..."

“Hoping, body praying, how I unfold my hands, how I say, I miss you but I’m done trying to force breath into a dead things’ mouth. We’re not alive, not anymore. This makes me sad. They way we don’t say much, or nothing. The way it was light and then suddenly, it wasn’t. It’s night and we’re staring at each other for hours, willing the fire from the cave but our hands are too cold and our hands don’t remember how to rub together. If you want me, darling, then you’re wanting me in ways I can’t understand. Let me tell you. I wanted to be gone with you. I wanted be bodies kneading, making energy, drawing lightning to the room. Touch your face and curl up inside you. I say quietly, You don’t hurt the one’s that love you. You don’t say, You’re special to me. I don’t want to lose you, and do nothing to keep me around. Darling, look out the window. See how the moon is low and dim and small. This means the night is over for us, the trees dead, the stars burnt out. Let me pull you gently from the knee now. Let me take one last look. It’s red there. It’s still red. It reminds me of healing. It reminds me of what my body will look like when it finally forgets you.”

- In The Meantime, Karese Burrows (via fluerishing)