Two tea lights lit like beacons and I’m stuck in the early AM thinking of you and all the possibilities that stand before me.
I wanted to think that it’ll be like last time; yet everything feels entirely different.
I think there is virtue in this. In the differences.
I flipped through stacks and stacks of cards looking for any flare to signal that it’s all okay.
I only found I’m the one giving myself a bad day… again.
Change is allowed to blossom, at the hands of surrender towards the wash that overflows of uncertainty; guided by the same moonlit tides that brought me to you before.
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