The 6am rain tickled my last 3 toes. My body laying diagonally , up against the post.

Woken up by a kiss on the forehead; from only your ghost. My weak body stunned by the beautiful curse of this very familiar moment. 

The necklace strewn across my open palm, the morning spiders wondering what in God’s name is to come ; I couldn’t help but smile.

The cobalt dawn of blue horizon seeps into my blurry eyes.

This is the same energy I had cherished so deeply years prior. What had changed?  

The difference was that back then I had one embodiment that is now elusive to my life and very being. Something that you had always known I had so carelessly dwelled in , even as a child.

Ignorance. 

Some call it “Hope”

It died with you.

It turns out you were right after all,

 No one is coming. 

No one ever was.