- Vol. 04
- Chapter 05
A Temple to Misère
Ten years gone, and I’ve filled a moat around my heart. I still reach for you, expect your touch, but all I sense is a shapeless absence. An ache. I miss you. I soak in emotion, and leak.
I’ve lost the words to say this is impossible.
Sleep. My sleep is smoke. It comes in fits and swings — flat as skin as I track and trace you. I thought I saw your smile, but it was my tears dreaming. I struggle through the eye of a needle, and lie down beside your memory, here in this temple to misère.