i wanted to
tell you
everything.
i wanted to
write to you
about my
heart; its
breaking,
hold you
and talk
about
trauma
and cry
and sink
and shrink
and expand.
grieve.
but
for now
here's
something:
when i
wasn't
looking,
the day
went by
beautifully,
today.
the skies
turned pink
in the evening,
as it does.
the air
became
cool
and
quiet.
we made
eggs and
vegetables.
i laughed
many times,
and there
was music.