The Worst Part
must be watching it all go // or afterwards, looking back at the years of denial and recognizing it as denial // or later, remembering // or later, apologies to what was forgotten // or stepping once more into a calm ocean // replacing—replacing is the worst // deciding one can, in fact, do without // the waiting for some kind of normal // the normal, when it arrives uninvited, unannounced // wondering where it all went // the one or two things you managed to keep, now burdened with this new knowledge // denial as crucial to not giving up right here, right now // the dry room // each evening's forecast for the morrow // that one photograph, a child's boat taken by the wind
no
agreement
between
storm
and
sea
what
each
of
us
holds
dear
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