the rain surprised me.
I didn’t notice its start
as I read my kids nemo in slumberland
then spoke with you for the last time.

goodnight, you said.
no ceremony.
no fire beside the lake.

And what shall I do now?

open the soft blank page
ink out the noise
sit barechested in rain rhythm chorus
leave and keep leaving the safety of someone else’s answer
for the discomfort of my own not knowing.

listen
get stuck
try anyway
somehow say one true thing
somehow arrive.

love is indelible
and expected,
thank you.

good
night.

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11/01/23