written 6/9/2026
hope is a fleeting feeling,
so what's the point of holding onto it?
darling, your knuckles are white.
the rubble has settles but the uncertainty still lingers.
it's funny, it all seems to linger.
tracing the shadows with your fingertips, the edges seem to blur.
the words are stuck in your throat again,
you've been here before.
time is cruel, hope is unrelenting.
your mother cannot reach you here.
it is far too chilly for a summer day
and the dip in your bed beside you aches.
you've wished on far too many eyelashes.