Journal Entry...

August 16, 2009

I gaze into a foggy mirror frantically looking for signs of you. This shrouded temple that once beheld your beloved body is no more. How I despise this hourglass figure before me! I long for my swollen form to return. I turn from side to side with critical eyes desperate to find some trace of your existence. This crimson scar reminds me you are no more; cut from this body long before your form was complete. My engorged breast drip with sustenance meant for your nourishment; even my body mourns for you. This endless dripping creates a symphony of pitter-patter, as my tears and milk drop onto the counter endlessly pooling in pain. I pound my fist down and cry out, “This isn’t fair!” Soon this sanctuary that beheld you will be but a memory. The only trace of you will be this battle scar, reminding me that you are no more. I clothe my wounded body and wonder how many days I have left to gaze upon the evidence of your existence. How quickly things have changed. What once was is no more. Left empty handed and broken-hearted I will forever be. How I miss you…