I am releasing words to the summer afternoon.
I honour the process of finally ‘letting go’, having once claimed the words to be abstract and dumb. I thought these words invented by people who had never had to ‘let go’.
Journals stacked, once shared between two people in love.
Severed…abrupt ending. A period, a comma, a pause.
I cut into the pages,
one at a time, while listening to good music blast from the speakers.
I read each one with no attachment, each one about love.
I archive bits of my heart, celebrating my words…flow…
and then say good-bye.
These are parting words.
These are reconstructed words.
Later, someone will ask me what I did today and I will say that I ate strawberries, walked the dog, listened to music, answered the phone.