Two years, four months.
It hasn’t gotten any less than this. Has not eased up.
And that, I believe, is a good thing. Yes.
I’m fairly astonished that I had this much clarity only four months out.
I am damn sure that this was my brain in ultra survival mode.
It is exactly the entirety of my body
It is exactly what I have been settling into for the past
eight hundred fifty-two days
no longer so foreign so
I am learning how to meet people where they are
and also to recognize that no matter how much love I have for someone
how much hope
sometimes it just isn’t enough to be sustainable.
not without harm.
I don’t want to be in pain over love anymore.