July 21st.

This week, even the silhouetted sunsets comforted me for only moments.
Disembodied easily thanks to perforated edges, I took no time at all, didn't I?
My eyes came out first but you broke me apart with such suave and skill, I wish I could have watched.
At least I got to hear the gloriously melodic ripping sounds you composed for me.
And it's okay, I didn't need to see you to know you were smiling as you left. That's why I smiled back.
Now, I saunter around hazily, numb except for sometimes. My guts hanging, they drag behind like a friend.