today little pieces of me are falling off all over the place
my mouth lurches to the side, muffling a cry out when i want
his arms here, around me
i want him here with the same raw and biting desire, as if no time
has passed at all, as if all the time is passing and
there is nothing left
oh emily the candle, the candle it’s burning and i’m afraid
ad astra per aspera 