nearly six months to the day
i again find myself heartbroken
at an airport.
it’s a week off,
sure,
but it’s a second shattered facade.
something i loved
is unrecognizable,
and that is that.
more than anything,
this year i have learned the power of silence.
perhaps a resolution for the new year, then,
is less about bringing in something fresh
and more about reevaluating what i already have,
and whether or not it’s in my best interest
to hold on.
