The lie dissolves
on an ordinary Tuesday –
where you wake
and the numbers
no longer add up.
18 and 19 – trial runs,
extensions of childhood.
But 20?
The lie dissolves
on an ordinary Tuesday –
where you wake
and the numbers
no longer add up.
18 and 19 – trial runs,
extensions of childhood.
But 20?
In the days that bleed into months following loss, it can be hard to move forward. Why do we linger and hold onto things that are hurting us? And what does it do to us?
