He’s not here to talk to me tonight, but I must get used to that.
Soon his prescience will be at the mercy of a
Government with no conscience guiding it.
His life will be in the hands of those with orders of destruction disguised as hope
He will become a pawn in Imperialism’s chess and the rules will always change.
He’s entering a game with no winners
The only thing to gain is someone else’s satisfaction and
Sacrifice doesn’t matter to a tyrant like Greed.

Tonight I let Uncertainty awkwardly try to hold me like you usually do.
I lay in our bed of cold “I’ll miss you’s” searching for some warm assurance
I cover myself in a blanket of our memories
Wishing for dreams to turn the threads into reality.
And it is uncomfortable, but it will have to do for just a little while
I pray.