something wicked this way comes

tumultuous mind

money worries

health fears

loneliness rules Bunny's heart

seeing people's vacation photos

knowing she can never take a day off

knowing it will be a long, long time

before she'll walk by the ocean again.

all the invisible things

she clutches tightly to her chest.

all the physical things

she's lost along the way.

is it a storm brewing,

or is Bunny making mountains

out of molehills?

only time will tell.

Bunny lives her life

in a house of sticks

and the wolf might be

at the door.

right now she's staring at his birthday,

the 2.5 year mark,

her wedding anniversary;

all housed within 6 terrible, memory-filled days.

none of Bunny's "friends"

have been with her for longer than 2 years.

some have not touched base

in weeks and weeks.

was it something she wrote?

something she didn't?

something she is?

something she isn't?

is there a physical storm

brewing on Bunny's horizon?

or is it only in her

lonely, terrified little heart?

either way,

she's waiting for the

other shoe

to drop.

~~@

come back to me,

oh, please, come back for me.

wait for me, my love.

i need you so,

i can't do this, you know?

sit with me, my love.

~

p.s. added 31st July: i keep checking back to see if anyone has any kind thing to say. *sigh* i've always heard, "if you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all." so i guess that's it.