You stand on the street corner, I awkwardly stumble over a piece of broken sidewalk.
We’ve already said good-by, but neither of us are done.
There is a combination of the years + the unspoken loyalties + the bitter sweetness of the moment. Who steps away from that?
Your happiness matters. It really does. You do not need to suffer.
We hug for a long time.
When I drive away, I remember years ago my dad telling me something very similar.
Which does not discount the work we need to do or showing up day after day or making peace with mistakes.
Our happiness matters. Your happiness matters. Mine, too.
Off to embrace moments of deep aliveness.