... Madam Butterfly ...
who am i going to call now, and share my fears? who am i not going to believe, only to find out hours or days or weeks later that she was right after all? who am i going to lose patience with and be annoyed at and turn to in every crisis, every change in my life? and seek approval from and softly hug and eat her christmas turkey even though it wasn't ever the way i would have cooked it?
where is she? where did she go when she left this world last night?
does she know i hurt this bad?
damn