Oct 1, 2019
Over the years, you learned to wake up not aching to know how he’s been. You glued back the pieces, cauterized his fingerprints from your bones. Your powtry, no longer a prisoner of metaphors about the way he filled you with sunlight and left you in the storm. You breathed just fine without him.
And then you see him and nothing could ready you for the waves.
- it all comes back in waves, Kari M.