the sweetest loss.

it’s been one year around the sun since we sat here, our hands in the dirt, digging a home for the most intimate brokenness..

and I sit here now, polarised to climbing mountains that were never meant for our kind of celestial, timeless light.

falling to the grass midst the flowering weeds, I break into tears of surrendered grief. why am I falling apart like this? I don’t try to dry those tears. I’m not used to breaking like this, with so much unknowingness. I’m not used to letting go mountains I know these feet could climb.

but just like that dream, I choose to trace my steps back to where I meet you, always home, in the light of a sacred life..

in your embrace, we walk in gentleness into the horizons and in the rain of gifts we never deserved. I grieve losing the path of fear, my love. the sweetest loss.