Each day my heart grows fonder

of you, of love, of this.

There used to be a void

where this feeling now exists;

filling up the emptiness,

seeping through the miniscule fissures

that pepper the otherwise unknown

confines of this hardy chamber.

It has survived catastrophes, you see.

Each more catastrophic than the last.

Yet here I am again

at the cusp of what is and what can be--

a possibility I yearn to explore

yet cringe in fear for at the same time.

I know not whether to retreat

to the confines of what is now familiar

and unbearably anesthetizing

or to proceed toward the unknown

and contemplate on things now forgotten

by the vacant chamber

that once resembled my heart.