As one heart opens, the other threatens to leave.
And now, like some alchemist’s vile concoction anxiety, regret, and relief are poured feverishly into our brains, anesthetizing the anger, purifying the pain.
We’ve come to see that our losses can never be reconciled with our desires, and that our desires are but a feeble match for each other’s rage.
With each passing year, we less easily can separate our passions from what’s familiar, and our rituals from our everyday routines.
Still, intent as we are about moving forward, we loosen the bindings, cut the cords, supplant the constraints