I wanted it to be this one.
I never made it a resolution,
though.
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.
You will grow stronger as you grow into your years. Just like a child in their father's blue jean overalls.
ReplyDeleteOne 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.
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