How do you expect her to feel?
When she learns the boy she loved
With every corner of her soul
Once loved her, too?
Not now.
Not still.
But he did at some point in his lifetime and in her
lifetime.
Conveniently.
Briefly.
Serendipitously.
She doesn’t know
Whether the truth breaks her more
Or sets her free
And yet somehow
That almost-love
Feels heavier
Than none at all.
Then there is destiny.
Then there is ‘destined’.
Then there is domino effect.
What is love, truly?
Why can’t it be simple?
Why can’t it be serendipitous?
Why can’t it be a Hallmark Christmas movie?
Why can’t it be two people sitting together on a bench under the autumn sky?
Well, as always, I ask too many questions!
It is. What it is.
Yours
Apparently
On the cusp of turning 40
One must do some damage control
One must learn to blunt the hurt
One must learn to tidy the heart
One must learn to grieve the grief
One must learn to patch the leaking wound
One must sit with oneself
Not as a critic
But as a witness to survival
For this is not the end
This is an ode to new beginnings
