April 13

As time stretches across

Pulled like silly putty

To reach over missed appointments,

Lost birthday celebrations, calendar

Notifications, popping up and mocking

Our loss.

Whether we nestle into the quiet

As storms pound the windows

Or race through the rain

Cold needles bashing our brain

We may feel worthless

Empty arms and idle feet.

As minutes tick by and hours

Loom gaping, we feel lost

Not doing, not making.

But I offer a suggestion – 

Or only a question,

What if we fell through expectations,

Left open days for dreaming,

Forgot what we’re here for,

Surrendered to unlearning.

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