"I don’t want him to gobut I know that he has to leave.I don’t know what my limbsare..."

“I don’t want him to go

but I know that he has to leave.

I don’t know what my limbs

are going to wrap around

late at night when he is not

by my side. My body has gotten

so used to being pressed

against something other than

loneliness. I don’t want him

to go but I know that soon

he will be inside of my arms again.”

- CB