Nonsense

trying not to think of him but he comes in dreams and in feeds; a reminder of our connectedness.

this time he sends a marriage photo, assures me he’s joyful and stresses the importance of being first and wanting to be happy for him a smile is returned, a set of hands lifted up in prayer and a few words of gratitude though they are more for me than him. he’s figured something out that the deepest parts of me refuse to believe is possible.

there is more to fire than play and its become easier to pray through clenched teeth than to open my mouth and scream in pain at the burning that never seems to end.