It's all I get,
All I can afford.
365 pass like a sound nights sleep,
Waking with only vague recollections of dreams,
A wound that may never quite heal.
720 days, give or take a hundred:
Hoping it will be enough,
That they never felt completely abandoned.
Years vanish like light into a black hole:
Highlights preserved in a bar graph of snapshots,
The steady line of immersion broken - disjointed.
Indeterminate days, give or take infinity:
Praying they will find personal peace,
My experiences somehow ameliorating theirs.
Trusting that "the best I knew how" made the cut without cutting deeply:
Transcending emotions through maturing perspective,
Questions answered - understanding.