Photo by Jerry Uelsmann
It's a question of time.
Unusual aches, unusual pains
begin to engulf me.
It's my new reality,
from only one view...
The manifestation of me,
Without.
Diapers and deadlines,
daycare and homework,
Dinners and shopping,
engagements and church.
Without.
Kissing goodnight,
before turning away
Hearing your voice,
for the twentieth time (today).
Without.
Everyday stresses,
and everyday joy,
Wishes for romance,
begging for sex.
Without
Fires to put out
flames to ignite,
parties to crash
new songs to write.
Without.
Pretense
and
Lying
and
Hiding
For all of eternity...
and I'm still me,
Without You
-kyuuri
