Icarus's blog: "Augurs, Martyrs, and Agnostics"

Trapped in a haunt.

Wondering if I should call, wave, smile

or on some faint, distant world where I believe in a fair and benevolent god

pray.

Are you safe?

Are you well?

Are you lonely?

When time stopped that last time

did you have to catch your breath

or were you just passing through

Wet fingertips

dry

dusty ceiling.

Were you ever really here?

Or just on loan to my wordstarved depravity?

We miss us.

Or at least

that's what I hoped you'd say.