You don’t let go

You don’t. The accumulation, the little gatherings. You open your arms wider to them. You hold one more, and close. You don’t. Fingers and slipping. Everything that falls through – you never knew how. Always scooping up the love at your feet. Until it is back again, and overflowing. You don’t let go. You let.Continue reading “You don’t let go”

Sorry?

Sorry? Am I really here again? Standing on a dark street, lip bit, trying not to cry? Am I really here, in heels too high for the slippery streets and the shaking? Why’s it always raining when my heart gets broken? (there’s no denying – half a year got me half way there.) And now you’ve gone and left meContinue reading “Sorry?”

Somewhere else

It begins with a small impatience. Something about the light. Or the way it has been warm for three days straight. The consistency of it. The knowing. So it flutters. A quickening under the skin, beginning. The desire for something more. For something less, perhaps. No matter, as long as it isn’t the same. AsContinue reading “Somewhere else”

Somewhere, waiting

There she is, the morning of. It is summer, and she feels it. The winter sadness has been shaken, sloughed from her skin, and she’s lighter now, present. Waking without the ache, without the anchor thud dragging her down. There she is. Happy and forgetful in her getting ready, this morning of. Ready: Prepared. Willing.Continue reading “Somewhere, waiting”