Disoriented
Unmoored
Lost
Found
Alone
Free
Open
Wandering
Wondering
Remembering
Forgetting
Floating
Silent
Shifting
Shuddering
Shiftless
Unwound
Mixed-up
Exploring
Foundering
Touching
Locked in
Tentative
Tears
Joy
I understand the context of this poem now, after reading the H post.
ReplyDeleteI really don't know what to say. I just hope you learn to cope with the loss sooner than later. Take some time off for mourning and closure.
Maybe you should go stay with your kids for a couple of weeks. Or with friends.
it's the unmoored that gets me the most.
ReplyDeleteMoment to moment feels okay, but whenever I want to tell Jack something, I become unmoored.
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