reading our atrocious handwriting from a few months ago
was an unwelcome step in letting go
Reading the word unconditional
feeling inadequade
feeling easy
Rereading my fears
Rereading and remembering your voice
Feeling whole
Feeling something closed enough
Knowing this would've passed without such ceremony if I could've thrown away three by five inches or shut away a half millimeter page forever
Unconditionally I accept that I am not a thrower or a shutter
Unconditionally I accept what was and what is without measure
YOU ARE READING
for now
Poetrypoems for this time and to an incredibly beautiful girl. a reminder that people are mostly good. feelings are mostly good. life is good and life changes every day. Feelings protect you, and it's okay not to be okay.
