i have been borderline crying
all month.
so far, this is what i have done:
(and pretty much in this order):
i have gotten married.
i have resigned my current job
and have started looking
for another.
i have arranged to get rid of my stuff.
i have begun to tell people good-bye.
i have noticed the
snow.
i have noticed the cold and the ice and the
snow.
i have walked through my home, trailing my
fingers
along the
walls.
i have attended a "black"
church.
i have woken up with a stranger in my
throat.
i have said to anyone who will listen,
look.
none of these changes
changes my mind. none of these emotions
trumps
love.
because saying good-bye to a good life matters,
only if you are not saying hello
to the
best one.
