I draft this writing,
Millions of thoughts pouring out
Onto blank pages
To be Edited over and over again.
How do I accept the unacceptable?
How do I face your death as reality and
The end of our love as imminent?
I work feverishly to push it away…
This idea of someday
When today is slowing slipping away.
How do I preserve every moment
To relive our love for one another in pictures, film, and love notes scratched onto scrap pieces of paper?
How do I convince myself that somehow today will be enough?
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