The outcome

The flowers are dying

A very gentle reminder

Of the passing of time

How are you fairing?

Are you doing all the things?

Getting better, I believe was the verbiage

I am (at least on paper)

My abs have reached a new intensity – you should see

I’m creating

I’m feeling

I’m embracing

I’m Trying, trying to keep showing up

Investing in the people

That have stayed

Suppose that’s all there is to do right

But I’m selling myself short

I’m growing too

Emotionally, introspectively

My therapist said it’s all a win, regardless of the outcome

‘The Outcome’ meaning when we align back together

Or

The eventual, more probable

Extraction of me from your life completely

Ooof – still heavy

But a little less than before

And certainly less than before that

I guess this is healing then

The slow release

What you resist, persist

So I’ll try to let go

Clearly, I’m consuming a lot of Self help

Annoyingly so

But it gives me solace

Minor reprieves

From the deep emptiness

I feel when I think about you and me

All of this is to say

I do really hope you are well

I hope you are growing

In the ways that you’d hoped

And that your life is going swell

How are you fairing