"We have the same feelings that we have had." I knew what was different when my skin didn't crack My callouses didn't burn My stomach didn't sink I just internalized the loss. Embraced the weakness Toe to toe with "one day at a time" It has become as routine as watching you sink into cold/dead/skin The void where that fire went Or where the next one The rope hanging from my father's hotel window Around. My. Neck. On. My. Head