Who is Ani? I know.

A dancer dances...
In her heart,
In the images in the mist of tears that cloud my eyes.
But her body is not her own.
A singer sings...
In her heart,
In the echoes of happier times that fill my ears.
But her voice is not her own.
A painter paints...
In her vision,
In my memories of the beauty of this world she once pointed out.
But her expression is not her own.
A little girl loves...
In the subtle arm movements,
In the mournful vocalization I think is song,
In the beauty she sometimes sees,
In the smile as I move her body,
In the sparkle in her eye as I sing to her,
In the giggle when I am silly.
And her heart is her own.
And my heart is hers.

How is it possible?

How is it possible to simultaneously feel sad and happy?
I am mostly sad but a little happy about Nate.
Sad because I am separated from him, happy for where he is right now.
I am mixed sad and happy about Ani.
Sad because all the things she loved to do are denied her, happy because I am with her.
I am mostly happy and slightly sad about Micah
Sad only because I sometimes feel guilty with how happy I am with him.

Percy

Nate,
I find myself holding your toy Percy in my hands.
Absentmindedly, I am caressing it.
It is cool, not like the warm of your skin. It is not you.
It has weight, but not like you in my arms. It is not you.
I turn it on, the wheels move, but there is no squeal of joy. It is not you.
I can lose myself so easily, holding it closely, but it is not you.