missing from me

The truth, I viewed it
Cold hard sickness
Scared of the lack
I protected every gift
You were so willing to help
Willing to feel the weather
Willing to feel the discomfort
Willing to tread the stones
For anyone but ur lover
For anyone who is angelic
The complicated systems
That we could have unraveled
Prophecy in the Airbnb
Returns, a decade
The sun
It has always surprised me

samsara