Amidst the moving parts of my day, gratefully, it did not consume. I merely suffered a delicate tap on the shoulder reminder that it’s been 4 years. Funny, it seems more like a medal of moments survived than a heaviness that cannot be lifted.
Still my heart dragged just a tad today.
Every man remains a reminder that he isn’t you. But digging out of the dark I found the light of something new. I am no longer looking for pieces of you in other mens eyes. Through the haze of clearing fog I am able to see what whole visions they may share.
Am I ready? None knows. Am I ready to begin asking the questions?
I believe so.