i attend your funeral everyday and you aren't ever there.
each day i'm
stuck. locked in your empty womb,
and i've dug deep through empty sheets
to revive you.
i look to remember you.
you are dying and disappearing.
and all thats left
is your stillness
sketched from fabricated memory
i bleed ink sacrificed from the depths of me
only to find you in ill stories
and this still morning, i wonder
who keeps me?
or lives to save me from my search.
once in those whiles, i pause to look within
only to look for you're gone.
___ when i knew you will always leave.