What’s lurks, as I lean into life?
I’ve cleared my vision,
Shifted into my old optimism,
Dove back in for another revision.
I went running—pain free—three times.
I went on a date—without talking about my deceased beloved.
I readied to claim my progress.
But, like a bully who knows me too well,
Grief casts her shadow.
I know what I don’t want to know.
Worse than the fact:
He’s never coming back
(which I still—three years, nine months in—don’t quite believe),
I never stop wishing
He was here
Making it easy
To lean into