The Sun is out
In the other side of the house
I wonder if he’ll face me today?
The weather was so apt
I spent the day trying to keep positive so she wouldn’t know
But when they took her in to the back door the ultrasound I broke
Knowing that it wasn’t an easy fix meant it was the end of the road
And I was going to try to keep her comfortable at home
But then I held her and I could feel the pain coursing through her
And I knew
That pain wouldn’t be gone, just less
It would just be low grade torture for my own sake
It was like the sky was crying for me
The end is so hard
I’ve been hesitant to write about it when it comes to my animals because I love them as humans and so many people just don’t get that
But they don’t know how she comforted me with each loss
How we took naps together
How I’d pick her up and she’d place herself over my chest in such a way that I had to take a nap
My little nurse piggy
She was so unique
I’ve never seen another piggy like her
Until we meet again, my love
The Sun would be doing himself a favour if he stays out today
I could use some light
He did visit, last night, the Death being in my dreams
We were talking about something important
I’ve completely forgotten of course
It’s the hug
Like I’m a treasure that has been missed
Something I’ve only known in my dreams
I never remember anything about his features or if he has features
I just remember the warmth of the interaction and seek it again
And, at first, I was just disturbed by the concept
It was just a repeating dream
I was afraid of the implications of me summoning Death every night
But, you know, time went on and nothing like being treasured happened in real life
He’s my only source of affection
If touch starved me has to seek touch in my dreams so be it
And my piggies are often there
Dreams are the only place I can do things
I go shopping, I hang out with dream friend
I go all over town
And Japan
I’m in Tokyo and the 田舎村
Daytime sucks in comparison
I broke the rules for a moment
I guess I just wanted to see if he was doing better than me
He is
I’m so exhausted
I’m not ready for this
This third time in a year slow walk away from a love of my life.
Waiting as the waves crash in
Waiting until they calm
Waiting for the seperate grief world I’m in to be engulfed by life
Until the grief seems small at a distance
And just drags you down every once in a while
You’d think I’m an expert at this by now
There are things that we can have, but can’t keep
Sometimes those words make me want to throw the chair
Sometimes I know they’re right
Can I be both right now?
I do wish there was someone to talk to
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