Saturday, January 14, 2017

Realization as I wash my feet

If I ended up
spending
the rest of my life
like this—
making more space
for you

in my heart,
in the moments
spent
with my breakfast,
with the dishes,
with the music,
with my feet,

—and I died
and you never did come back,

that would be
a full
and wonderful
life.