seeing you always feels different.
depending on where i am in life.
sometimes its hard moving hurt over in my pit, and uncovering difficult harms that we done to each other.
in other times,
i even feel happy.
even ready to talk with you.
i just pray courage moves us to something in between.
where the unraveling that is sparked by sight can trouble us both a little less.
and i can breathe easy
knowing that we’re alright- wholly.
missing you means much.