My shoulders feel heavy, weighted; carrying you around inside my chest has aged me beyond my years. I need to rest, to find a spot and collect my breaths you’ve scattered. Your memory is taunting me tonight, again. Your dirt is under my nails, your blood is caked into my skin. I wanted to speak with you today,
We set each other on fire, you burned brighter, while I burned out.
I don’t miss you often enough to want you back, but I miss you hard enough to cry every time I remember you.
I remember the day you died, the phone call, rooted me to the floor for the rest of that week.
You’re that incomplete thought I have every night in my dreams.
The Warrior And Her Wolfhound Welcomes You. 
No one ever burns out, as long as there is air in your lungs and a beating heart. Even smoldering embers can catch again, like a phoenix rising from the ashes. Loss is hard on the soul, I know, but with a strong will you can find peace within yourself and with the people you choose to share your life with. I wish there was something I could do to bring a smile to your lips…but I know with these kind of things empathy is all we can offer.
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Feel kind of stupid for posting that, was acting on a whim, but if you ever need someone to talk to i’d be happy to lend an ear.
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