The phone rings again you left voicemails this time I stare at the screen I still couldn’t answer or press play nausea would well up at your name rise to sit at my throat the dam held- a sunk ship in my pit, rolling
I recalled yelling anger, purple blotches on a face with no capacity for stability your reminders of what I was given how grateful I should be the swings, ups to downs
I willed myself convinced it was me as tears flowed anger sprayed forgave you though memories last and patterns stayed now, I can only stare all of today and all tomorrows as the wind brush crisp autumn leaves I'll hold the quiet between rings
Layered Fragments, Becoming Whole 