rerun
grief works the graveyard shift, torturing me with my happiest memoriesĀ the ceiling, my silver screen for the nightreminding me of what I once had, taunting me with what will never again bethisĀ finite cache of joyful moments playing on repeat, sending waves of ache through my heart as I resign myself to the knowingthat this is all I have left of youjust one, singular reel of scenes which I wil...