The earth looks, smells, tastes the

same.

So far away - or - yesterday.

I don’t have the answers for us as

a me.

I am so much.

More.

Enough.

It’s not the same.

My heart will always remember.

Sometimes I cry

For her - that lost and dead girl.

Sometimes I rejoice for the

woman.

Fearless.

Ambitious.

Caring to a fault - or is it?

She knew him better, the best.

Blind to a mirror.

Her my heart is mended, and more

beautiful for the  with the

cracks - ready

for tonight, tomorrow, yesterday

and forever.

One step

One breath

One heartbeat at a time

I am good. Doing BILLIANTLY

     in fact and form.

Identified each pore

Each Goal

Each stretchmark.

Intact.

Inlove.

In LIFE.