Mornings start with nightmares
Dreams hellbent on fear
Breakfast of distractions
Pretending you're still here
The knife is still there
Lodged deep in my back
The wound closed around it
Trifling pain rises like a tack
Luckily I can still run
Like you're just round the bend
And I'll keep on running
Until the hurt is at an end
King for a day in this leftover palace
Greeting cards with trite little lies
A bike you rode twice
A child you never knew how to love
Letters and emails and texts
Scrapbook pages and broken memories
Furniture we bought together
Tell her story!
