for Keeps

the thing is,

you can't stop once you've started.

even as the needle is scraping across your bone,

and you're holding your breath.

but i loved it that much.

i held isaac's hand,

even after it went numb

to make up for lost time.

my artist had bed head and a

baby girl with the chubbiest cheeks.

she layed passed out on the couch

and i smiled because of her

even as it burned.

because i loved it that much.

the thing is,

we're family. no matter where we be.

Heaven. Earth. America. Iraq. Minnesota. South Dakota.

Some things you can break.

but not Us.