will i feel his ashes as they fall against mine? i think of the snowflakes on pelion, cold on our red cheeks. the yearning for him is like hunger, hollowing me. somewhere his soul waits, but it is nowhere i can reach.
in my defense, you've never been good for my heart. not when you're the topic of each story i write. not when my jealousy for those around you reaches even the dreams i have at night.
i have for the first time found what i can truly love – i have found you. you are my sympathy – my better self – my good angel – i am bound to you with a strong attachment.
