Losing you spins me into somewhere between worlds? Up and down? I go sideways? And there aren't enough words to stop the flood from coming? Paying for the debts of crimes committed in another time and place? So I keep working on remembering to forget how I want to release? Through you more than anything? Past the hunger? Living and giving? Dying and rebirthing? Desire is the prelude to death? And I'm starving? Stark raving mad? For connection to what was taken?