Mortality

My mortality weighs heavy
every breath
every moment 
 
My mortality weighs heavy
Every note
Every word
 
Every joy sweeter
Every pain deeper
Oh my mortality weighs heavy
 
Every kiss lingers
Every tear stings
Oh my mortality weighs heavy

Some Molly – from “Jake”

… The bedside lamp throws a shadow over the far side of the bedroom as she clicks it out. Stretching, trying to fill up the bed, she turns over. It’s then she sees the soft silhouette on the dresser of Jake’s three shirts and two pairs of socks from the morning laundry. The flood of hot tears is unquenchable she can’t help but snuffle into her pillow – clenched fist in her chest trying to massage away a pain that can’t be fixed. While just short of four hundred miles North Jake cuts the engine and listens to the ticks and pings that normally sooth him; sucking on his cut lip he tries not to think about Molly…