To jenn

They said two to three weeks

my basket of goodies seemingly crude and unthoughtful in my hands now

a forecast of not today not tomorrow with a chance of a breakthrough sweet like a rainy week with a sunny weekend

i prayed i swear

i had others pray for you

and yet it was time.

at first nothing

my fingers slipping around the feeling like a bar of wet soap

and then like a romance novel in the deepest of crescendos,

i held the feeling of tragedy in my chest like broken glass

i let go and cried

i let go of the pain, the hurt the anger

i let go

for once i just let go

thank you Jenn