Friday, January 9, 2015

The year I didn't cry

I wanted it to be this one.
I never made it a resolution,

One evening, early January,
I can't tell the stages of loss,
but I feel like disappearing.

You are the one who
talked me into vulnerability.
I turned to it as others do to religion.

I guess it was November
when I was strong last.
You have changed me already.


  1. You will grow stronger as you grow into your years. Just like a child in their father's blue jean overalls.

    1. One of the most beautiful things I have ever been told about growing old . Unfortunately Kenn, I am old already. Never too old for lessons but far too old for certain Games.