There are carols ...everywhere. There are trees, with bows and bright, bright lights. I am not ready yet ...never ready yet. There is that feeling in the air, it is here. An empty chair, two of them ...empty arms. The lights are there, harsh and blinding, a watery perspective. There is cheer ...everywhere. JustMe.


I saw you Last night Emaciated Half dead. All I could do was cry Scream Asking the same question Again and again Where is he? He's gone, where is he? That isn't him, where is he? Then morning came I woke up exhausted I woke up sad I woke up angry.