Sunday, December 2, 2007

Does Death Make You Uncomfortable?

One year ago:
Every waking moment was spent in that little hospital room,
but she was alive.

I come and go as I please,
but she's gone.

I am not myself these days.
I'm too busy missing her
to be myself.

Sorry if I'm a bitch.
It's been a rough year.
And the fact that it's been a year
makes it so much harder.

Maybe I'll boycott Christmas this year.
My first without her.
Why celebrate that?

I wish I was a hermit.