storm witch night

stormy weather
no power
left alone with my
own dark thoughts
sleepless
with the witching hour
night

picking fringe/

all alone
my madness returns
i pick at the fringe
watch threads unravel
to fall to the floor
and patsy cline
radio, all while
wishing you
were here

broken things/

sad because the
water softener
is broken
i wonder if
i might be too

weary of
frustrations
i wonder
if Ghost would
show me his new
home

I miss having Ghost around. Though he visits me in dreams, it’s not quite the same. I don’t know if I’ve properly had time to grieve, not when the broken water softener is making me want to throw up my arms and give up on shit.

Eventually… Maybe… Once everyone else has had their chance, I’ll sneak off and do some of my own in private so I don’t trouble anyone.

I miss you, my friend…