between time

[tsriker]

quiet the darkness
still the grief
hold them close
possess them
like they possess you
no, the pain never ends
like guilt
or regret
loss
anguish
our own soulscars
shape each day
haunt every night
we grow
or wither
or just survive
this life
savor, now
each singular
joy
deeply
wholly
we are lost
we are found
in these imperfect
perfect
moments