none of this is what was meant to be

at least that is what had sat inside my mind

the other side of days are making me believe

scripts are often written from the end

waking up without you

angry with everything beyond my reach

trusting in the reasons I have yet to learn

I will forgive all I do not understand

I have found much of myself under settled ash

the fires that once burned

held passion and ushered in grief

sweeping away the weight is proving quite the task