and from the waters i hear you laugh

stolen over me
i feel sad. i am sad for my house i lost.
silver lining
your presence always brings me round
it changed so many things. a path.
really, i still can't talk about it. it makes me cry and i try to be strong.
we went this afternoon, the house all tented and tarped because of asbestos. completely gutted. nothing left but pillars and posts. a ghost in my house.
and i sleep in a bed that is not mine, and sheets that are not mine. and eliza cries because she has nothing of hers, not even the dogs. it makes me sad.
all i have lost.
and to each detail raise my hand