at last

i long for the warmth

at last the overturning, over pouring, overreaction to a justice so unjustifiable

it hurts to think about where it is you could be right now.

i feel wholly unholy; unwhole.

the lengthy shattering of my eye glasses is what's ruining my view, surely it's not

you.

whenever i'm alone, without you, i feel like

it feels like

it must be that i am unclean.

the dirt under my nails,

the stains on my skin,

the calloused feet of a calloused heart.

the aching is what makes me run,

the aching makes it easier.