Five years arrives as a gentle ghost, making my whole body ache.
The days when I wake up with your memory filling my chest and my eyes, have grown fewer with time.
But tonight the air is crackling around me, and I can feel the stars shaking with the memory, they too hate what they saw that night, and for once I cannot look at them.
Five years arrives as a stealer of sleep, as my own grave calling out to my bones, but I know I still have so much left to do. I have kept my promise to you, but every step I’ve wanted to share it with you, I wanted you to know every bright and beautiful color of life. And I’ll never make sense of this, so I will blame January and how she always arrives a thief, but I will carry all the things she could never steal, and you will be with me until I too find my last day.