We can pretend nothing happened. Your life didn't go on. I didn't go crazy. There was certainly no loss of control. It was just a slight malfunction. Let's not call it a twist of fate. Please don't say synchronicity as if it was all a meant to be. When we get together there'll be no knowing looks, no something has changed.
The house is clean. You'd be impressed. The studio, one quarter ready. A third, Slater said. Spring came and so did projects like something was working without me there. I know it always is but usually I can feel it holding my hand. There was a deep darkness, a silence where my mind questioned everything.
I still came here. I still wrote.
It's just that
I don't know.
Post Script. I am definitely grateful to be here.