Page 4 of Sing for Me
But he's the only person hurting the way I'm hurting.
He's the only person who understands this exact mix of loss and longing.
Three weeks now.
Can't sleep.
Gaping hole in my chest
shows no signs of recovery.
That word, a joke, you laugh.
"Running away again, kid?"
A minute here
and then you're gone.
Lights out.
Can't sleep.
Heavy head,
but no one else can see.
(No one ever did).
A lost cause still,
worse than before.
No signs of recovery.
That word, a joke, you laugh.
"Running away again kid?"
A minute here
And then you're gone.
Four weeks now.
That hole, that dread.
I can barely breathe
Anywhere but here.
Anything but this.
I want to take your lead.
Every day, I understand him a little more. And he understands me a little more. My sister OD'd. On heroin. I had no idea she was using. I ignored every sign. Then bam, she was gone. A fire extinguished. And now the wisps of smoke are blowing away in the breeze.
When I close my eyes, she's there.
