Deep breaths come natural when thoughts of smiles come up next to you
But the well ran dry and I finally couldn’t muster up any more.
Thoughts and thinking and conversations as the what if’s and potential happenings
Slowly, calmly, but surely, let go of their grasp.
No more stomach aching, tummy tumbling, twist tied knots forming.
I found a peace in the pieces of my heart that afternoon
A restless resting of spattered questions and answers.
The blame isn’t you, isn’t me, it was never meant to be set free.
This is this, that was that, and our pages will keep flipping without warning.
Lonely nights, long days, but they all have their way of letting me know- it’ll be okay.

Knowing that, I'll smile.