thoughtless days.

i've been robbed of grace that i was never given, and i'm overdrawn on my use of words. so i sit and fumble here without you, twiddling what i think are thumbs.

the days are getting shorter as the light gets longer. i think i'm learning how, but it doesn't get any better with each passing moment. it doesn't get any warmer, because i don't quite feel like me without you here. i wonder if i'll ever feel like i'm doing more than waiting.

and your picture keeps falling in my lap. waking up used to mean more than an alarm clock.