a choka/tanka? thing vs. the almost end of the world

No epics today,This month has been quite concise;Don't want to followThe gifted suggestions there.There's only short wordsFor the things I encompass."Be quick about it"The writer in me shrugs: Impatient. Annoyed."Get over it! You're healed now!"It's easier toCount syllables, or it willJust breach containment. It should Have, months ago, address red. too late;I should have torn everything apartbut this is what grief does; it just hides until you're readyand the other star wakes, resonant,and everyone thinks you candestroy the world (and you could have).(in a timeline to the left– you did;you did even better and broke the universe. this echo of a crimson promise despite the grey princess you decided to keep instead,an address red)after all, she is still alive.so are you.neither of you are the same anymorebut enough of each other survivedto combine and scare the instruments. i seem to be alwaysfinding what remains;I will go to it now, in due time. we've all the worldand our own schedule.