2:23 AM. This has become routine. My body aches but my eyes refuse to close and sleep. My brain won't shut down. Images of you cannot be erased. I still feel the touch of your feet as cold as the snow that covers the ground. Not all the massaging in the world could bring some resemblance of warmth to them or relief of pain.

I will not let you see me spill any tears.

I will not curse the gods for what they have done to you. I will lie, and thank them for still having you upright.