Trauma

A piece breaks away, this one larger than the others, though the epilogue remains. But there is growth amongst the sadness. The sullen eyes, the unused smile... employed with force and backed with an effort to keep the peace. What a joke. Subtracting the humor, and replacing it with waves of longing. Not entirely sure what form that desire might take, regardless, drowning it it. Treading water. Only enough to continue to hope, but without the strength to push forward.