It’s been two weeks and already it seems everything has changed.

I no longer want to wake up to the early morning sunlight dancing through my window; I’d rather live in the moments of my dreams where you and I encompass perfection.

I no longer want to start my school day staring at the back of your head, examining its coffee brown; I’d rather learn about foreign policies and governmental affairs without distraction.  I no longer want to go to work just to labor in silence alongside you; I’d rather go home and pour my heart out to my barren bedroom walls who speak of maternal wisdom.

I no longer want to lie awake until the night greets the morning before I drift away; I’d rather fall into a most miraculous slumber in the security I find only in your arms.

I no longer want to live my life without you; I’d rather be six feet under, rotting in the most sordid ways.

Karah Keffeler