
A year has passed
since that August morn,
yet it feels like yesterday.
A day beginning like every other day,
only it wasn’t.
I woke, alone,
at peace with the silence and soft
entrance to the day.
I lay there, thinking,
contemplating the end;
twenty-three years of a life
accompanied but not shared.
A half-life,
existing,
stasis all I knew.
A single day bringing all that to an end.
Changes would mount, swiftly,
a hurricane gathering shape
and strength
offshore.
I girded myself for the storm,
open arms and an upturned face
waiting
for the rains to come.
A stinging kiss to remind me
I am alive.
Transformation found in droplet
and deluge
alike.
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