It never ceases, it only increases.

For you,
for me,
for us,
I cry.

I haven’t
stopped
since the
big goodbye.

I can’t
recall
another time
I wept so much -
I can’t remember
what’s it’s even like
to have a cheek
un-cracked and dry.

Time passes.

SLOWLY…

and drifts off
along a lake
of regret,
so clear
that I sometimes confuse
the sight of mud
with the echoed memory
of your oft remembered eyes.

Dark.
Bright.
Stoic.
Kind.

A die-roll of life,
but with the weight
of a thousand years
behind them.

I sigh.

Cool blue pools
changed to rivers,
as they overflow
with love
for you
from me.

For us,
I cry.