another mile stone is here.
I tell myself it is his transition,
but in truth it is equally mine
and again like many times before
I find a bittersweetness that comes to steal a corner of the joy.
In this moment I am once again here, on my own
another visceral that goes unshared.
I decorate the room with flowers and candles for the
celebrations to come,
all the while heavy in my heart and distracted
by the new knowledge that things that are falling
apart in the middle of the creations.
I wished today would be just so simply about one thing
but it is not.
– Lotus Kruse
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