Six Letters

6.15.21

Six letters leaving countless questions unanswered in their wake; or answers that I am broken by the weight of.

Six letters, marked by countless hours of being present, giving of self, heart, patience, energy, to something I wanted to be six letters for.

To try and process it all; love, time, adventure, loss, learning, memories, growth and denial of self; to end in an unraveling that was unforeseen. To push away so hopeful for adjustment only to be further devalued by a lack of understanding related to a necessary vocalization of desire for a reality with equal substance to a dream.

To have wants disregarded and then catapulted during a time of reflection. Failing to visualize the value in the temporary vacancy. Not heeding the intention of separation to promote a strengthened reconciliation. Renouncing the possibility for a fabricated potentiality.

Three words declared and no sooner than six letters put out seemingly so easily for a stranger.

Six letters, two years, three words. Are they six letters? Am I?