May 27, 2015 00:58
We found a place that would stop us from searching.
Residing there required an appointment.
The date was scheduled and I chose for my convenience.
It interfered with the plans you made for us.
You overdid it.
Now you're gone.
I am here; in my place that was supposed to stop me from searching.
The place where things were supposed to start.
The supposed new beginning has been poisoned with an early departure.
Now every new thing is shadowed by your absence,
In this place that would stop us from searching.
grief