Soon

When your lashes unlace to greet the light. Your body uncoils, unwrapping your flesh from her thread-count comfort. You discover reassurance. It's close to normal, this sacred breadth you've reclaimed as your own. You stretch, allowing your lungs to expand and release within the space of familiar. What's old is slowly new again.You are singular but not small.When brushing past a stranger in a crowded room, their fragrance leaves a familiar trace - something happens. You inhale detailed Technicolor memories - setting the dragon free from slaughter. There's no use in sleighing the visions of who you were with them. You unleash the reality, welcoming their face, their hands on your body, their taste on your tongue. Falling among the trace of tears that struggle to emerge are fragments of your smile.You are longing, but embrace living.When driving home isn't met with worry. Anxiety falls into the lap of acceptance. There is no one on the other side of the door. Your phone is silent. You curl up to the empty space, making peace with alone.And a song is just a song.Soon.Soon you will find the familiar reflection. Your smile, unorchestrated without agenda. Free-falling within the space of your heart, you find yourself. Your laugh laces her fingers with acceptance and time.When you slip under the covers. Your eyes slowly drift. Your thoughts aren't far behind. They whisper. Soon. Soon. Soon.