All this
No matter what, the world keeps spinning and people keep meeting in huddles and pockets and little gaps in-between spaces.
Never
The writing was on the wall. It just took me a very long time to read it, comprehend it.... That we were never . We were never meant to be.
And in all that motion….spinning, orbiting, colliding, some meetings linger longer than they should.
ReplyDeleteNot loud, not perfect, just meaningful in the smallest in-between spaces.
Even when honesty falters, the connection doesn’t vanish; it waits.
And when it’s met again, carefully, it still knows how to bloom… softer, truer, changed.