Critical Peace

I don't know what you are or how you will ever find me, but every time I turn to the sky and believe, I know our hearts coincide. Arms of reassurance, eyes of fire. Your hand in mine to keep me from searching. Your lips pressed against mine in the dark will keep me from screaming. The great empty. Inhale and I die a little more. Calamity: Echoes retrace grief. This culmination of despair will be the last I have to leave behind.