laughs rather kind
videos replay in my mind
lying in bed
your day at the morgue
the cold
but our emotions left warm
there was no door
nothing was torn
the breeze before the war
couldn’t have asked for more
your laughs, my smile
the gore
this, the time, i couldn’t afford
floating high off the floor
before the storm
after the morph
now i mourn
wishing it was like before