It's so curious:
one can resist tears
and 'behave' very well
in the
hardest hours of grief.
But then someone makes
you a friendly sign
behind a window,
or one notices that a flower
that was in bud only
yesterday
has suddenly blossomed,
or a letter slips
from a drawer...
and
everything collapses.
~Colette
This, right now, is my life, minute to minute. I am bringing this one back because life keeps lobbing grenades in my attempts to heal.
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