"We have the same feelings that we have had."
I knew what was different when my skin didn't crack
My callouses didn't burn
My stomach didn't sink
I just internalized the loss. Embraced the weakness
Toe to toe with "one day at a time"
It has become as routine as watching you sink into cold/dead/skin
The void where that fire went
Or where the next one
The rope hanging from my father's hotel window
Around. My. Neck. On. My. Head