When You Lose A Person, A Whole Universe Goes Along With Them
The days catapult before me. The world is spinning too
quickly. It gets harder and harder to retrace my steps. To
figure out how I got to be here.
quickly. It gets harder and harder to retrace my steps. To
figure out how I got to be here.
The years expand into eons. It gets easier for me to imagine
my mother as a girl. To think about her worn-out
heart–breaking for the things she couldn’t hold on to. And
I wonder if I’ve let the wrong people go. When you lose a
person, a whole universe goes along with them.
my mother as a girl. To think about her worn-out
heart–breaking for the things she couldn’t hold on to. And
I wonder if I’ve let the wrong people go. When you lose a
person, a whole universe goes along with them.
Sometimes I picture all my other selves, standing in line like
a row of dominoes; separate but part of the same disjointed
whole. How can I hold a single one accountable? No one
ever walks away from love, knowing they can never go back.
a row of dominoes; separate but part of the same disjointed
whole. How can I hold a single one accountable? No one
ever walks away from love, knowing they can never go back.
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