Burning eyes, far-away voices. How? Why? I’m not ready. I’ll never be ready. Forcing air into my lungs, I closed my eyes, my ears, my heart. Images flash through my mind, the past, the future, anything but today. Arms crossed, fists clenching. Everything fades away except the fire in my belly. Peeling my eyes open the sun is setting over the empty cemetery. My shoulders drop, my fingers wrapped gingerly around the small vial in my pocket.
It was never any good without you, my love.