InAbsentia

For a day, they pack up their tired bones and leave the death, the chaos, and the terrible, pressing danger behind them.She slips feet that only remember practical boots and walking over fresh graves and scorched earth into flirty, carefree sandals, and it is surreal and freeing in the most dislocated way. She wears a pretty sun dress, paints lip gloss on her mouth, and pretends as she packs their picnic that she is a real girl, like she used to be.He dons comfy Converse, their faded red canvas feeling thin and unprotected around arches, heels and toes that just want to stop running (and don't know how). His jeans are old and worn, like hi...

For the lover who comes after me For you who will be next Keep him close And hold him dear Always love him bestWhen I am gone and you find him alone Don't let him push you away It will be hard He'll hurt so long But listen, you must stayHe'll need you badly in his grief And he'll think he won't love again But don't you dare give up Don't leave him alone He's going to need more than a friendIf he lets my memory haunt him If he tries to cling to my ghost Tear down my funeral shrouds Batter down his walls Remind him it was his laughter that I loved mostHe'll miss me, I'm certain Believe me, I'd love not to go I'd love not to leave him To not ...