o my heart i have lost too many people who were too young to die. one is too many. three is hideous. i am learning that there is nothing i cannot bear and i am resentful of this, because it feels like there should be a limit. i am having a hard time being alone right now because i want to hold everyone i know. because our time is so finite, because i have no idea when i may never hold them again. and i wish so much i had held him longer. |