Me, Undone

This passes. The pain of letting go. Resignation so that something cosmicly created can enter. In the meantime, I will fill this void with light source and Nina Simone. Please don't let me be misunderstood.

What story will you tell of our ending? What eulogy will you weave around your tongue shared with hungry friends over Sunday brunch? Inevitably, it will be of my failings. My frailties. My home spun foibles. The hour approaches quickly, my love Ready the blade Make your mark