Monday, April 27, 2026

Life is a Braided Poem

“I’m not good at fixing things after they’ve already happened.”

“Don’t worry, I am.”

The purse was missing.

The keys left behind.

Wallet emptied, cards thrown everywhere.

How to predict this broken end?

A breath.

Inhale, exhale, again.

Can’t go back.

Take the forward step.


“I need to be proactive, we can’t be reactive.”

A breath.

Inhale, exhale, again.

Can’t go back.

Take the forward step.

Routines created fell apart.

Systems no longer functioned.

Patterns were forgotten.

Each lost moment, a chance to react.

A breath.

Inhale, exhale, again.

Can’t go back.

Take the forward step.


“This is my life now, I can’t live like this.”

A breath.

Inhale, exhale, again.

Can’t go back.

Take the forward step.

An expert in death and loss.

In losing what matters most;

in losing you before you left.

And now I am learning to lose again.


A breath.

Inhale, exhale, again.

Can’t go back.

Take the forward step.

 

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