For all of it: The slight
of hands, and the sideways glances,
the easy lies, and the broken promises.
For all of it: The shallow breathing, and the
unsaid; the unforgiven, and the violence.
For all of it: The chaos, and the medicine,
the rub of things, and the consequences.
For all of it: The salt lips, and the summer
dresses, the bruised fruit, and the last chances.
For all of it, I wouldn’t change
a thing. Except, maybe, the timing.
Her Two Cents
We often speak of being, “in the right place at the wrong time” but doesn’t that suggest looking at events generally considered positive through a lens of regret? What if, instead of wishing to alter what has already come to pass, we simply look into the glass, capture the moment, and continue forward. “Do-overs” only ever exist in our minds.