December is for missing you.

Lately I’m at a loss for words.

Nothing I write seems deep enough, meaningful enough.

Nothing I write seems to mete out the angst and desolation I seem to harbor despite any and every effort to heal.

I spend my days in a blurry haze of endless darkness and despair, waiting for the small glimmer of hope to spark my dark skies.

Where I am now, where you have left me is a place I would wish upon no one, not in a million years.

Writing this post reminds me of this Richard Siken quote-

“You swallow my heart and flee, but I want it back now, baby. I want it back.”

~Love. Loss.