Wednesday....
"Drink to me...."
Cold and broken and shivering under a blue moon, the sky shines with an obscenely electrical lightening storm......I can hear the voice, and feel the breath..but not close enough to complete me....
Is David there? Calling a number that I don't recognize and looking for D.C......because I have to tell him about the storm, and tell him to lock up his windows so the dark doesn't come inside.
Listening to my father do a funeral...but, who is dead? No casket, no body, just my father speaking in the darkness "Greater is he who knows not fear, than he who holds all the riches of a kingdom in his hands."
I AM AFRAID...I AM AFRAID...I .....am....alone.....