through distance comes a strengthening certainty,
a free flowing knowing of all the things you'd do differently.
 
but still,
how grateful I am for the red threads.

through the slow unravelling
the heart holds tight to it's memories
and this ever growing feeling
that has no name.

the contradictory sensation of at once 
feeling both empty and yet so heavy. 
of feeling new.

memories like photographs, moments
caught in time, in slices of the heart,
unpacked and smoothed out
flat on the floor.

i wonder how big the heart can grow.
if it even has edges.
because there is such a lot it holds.

and more to come.

a door on the horizon I've never seen before 
gets closer as the light expands
and life  grows quietly, miraculously, inside.