making food for lunch, just back from a walk with Ursa in this almost rain spring day.
this song comes on.
and I remember you singing it to me in the car while you were leaving this world.
I turned it up and cried and sang out loud.
I remember singing it to you. for you. Singing the thin differences.
How did you know to give this to me?
And I believe again in the unseen hands that hold mine and know me to the syllable;
each word sighing into my heart, bruising it and making it whole.
almost 6 years later and the discovery reveals itself. that dark thing that we both knew without knowing.
You know me.
I know you.
the old world loosened and you slipped away.
my bones and blood can be the wild ocean and hold the story that lets the grief fly and recover.
Love will not betray, dismay or enslave you. it will set you free.
