I'm coming to terms

I'm coming to terms with my loneliness.

I am a sprout up too early in spring

Painfully fresh translucent green.

Layer mulch on me. Forget about me until later.

I’m coming to terms with my loneliness.

I don’t wear a coat anymore.

I want to be part of the natural world.

There is no consequence to getting wet.

I’m coming to terms with my loneliness.

I play with public art to show my baby how to do it.

How to reach for joy without hesitation.

Or even just that it’s OK to touch.

I’m coming to terms with my loneliness.

I ration my calls to you so I don’t seem desperate.

I text a lot of smiley faces.

I’ve learned to keep my voice steady while crying.

I am coming to terms with my loneliness.

It’s easier to lose weight now.

I’ve lost interest

In most things.

I don’t know how much longer I can walk alone

Before it breaks my heart.