I am a tower of blocks built ever so carefully by a toddling child. Day by day, word by word, look by look things diligently, slowly, destroy me. Each hit, a deft decision of which block to pull.
I remember the day distinctly. A bleak, lonesomely eerie day. Clouds hanging low, gently sliding across the sky. A Tuesday in the end of November. I had seen her two days earlier, she had hugged me while emitting no emotion. She was already gone.
I watched her painfully all day knowing she was in too deep. Fearful, that mentioning her absence while being present would cause her to leave me behind again, I said nothing.
A Tuesday in the black November when all hope was lost, when my favorite person left me again. This time, it would be permanent. It was the last straw on my tower, it was the one block that caused the rest of me to crumble and shatter to the floor.
Please be waiting for me on the other side.
