stretching

floating.
not here. not there. not really sure where.

feeling as if i've loved and grieved, grieved and loved enough to fill a lifetime
knowing i have so much more to give
to love
to lose
and begin over again.

finding the edges of aloneness and breathing deep. finding the edges the depths
finding the spaces the nooks and the crannies i used to fill with him. all mine now.
finding my feet again.

remembering that i just don't fit.
remembering that it is okay.

stretching now. high and low.
so low.
so high.
stretching too far and not enough.
but i'm stretching.

i'm ready for what's next. finally. i'm so fucking ready.
ready for a summer of fun. a summer of sun.