in a beautiful place
of silence
and full of
tommorrow.
i promised myself
i'd get here.
he's sleeping upstairs
and he loves me
and he loves us,
all of us.
he's not leaving.
dead weight is nearly purged
very nearly
tossed out
very nearly
forgotten.
hold my breath
so close
so close
teetering on the edge of nirvana
is possibly better than
reaching it.