Forlorn thinking

How awful it is to lose someone. To wake up for the sole purpose of spending a little more time with this person that you have loved, and love. The person who gives you the only reason you have to open your eyes, to roll from your bed, to wake up for, to keep breathing for.

But then, after the despair of finding them gone, after the stages of grief, and after the denial, the anger, the guit, the growing acceptance... how nice to find them stuck in the crack of your bum, there all along.

There is a god after all. He just has one bastard sense of humor.