There are a few crumbs left on the table. The crumblings of the things we dared to dream, and the sense that we could become more than we seem.
Don’t worry, I can manage them. They have become my new companion.
I didn’t sleep last night, or the night before but when the dawn came… I felt a little less, and did a little more.
I am off searching for second, thicker skin, because all of this, every bit of its aching, endless possibility did me in.
I have no parting words of farewell for you, Harbinger.
Just a simple, I will see you later….