Watching lose you

The floor drops out, a sudden emptinesswhere solid ground used to be.
Everything I thought was mine,
a whisper of dust,
gone.
The weight of it, a crushing thing,
pressing down until I can barely breathe.
It’s okay.
This overwhelmed feeling,
this unmoored state,
it’s allowed.
The maps I drew are torn,
the destinations blurred.
Idon’t have all the answers now,
and that’s fine.
The future feels like a fog bank,
impenetrable and vast.
But there are small things.
Tiny islands in the storm.
The warmth of the sun on my face,
a familiar melody on the radio,
the taste of clean water.
These are mine.
Ican hold these.
Ican focus on the next breath,
the next step.
Just one small step.
The world outside can rage,
but here, in this quiet corner,
Ican choose to exist.
To be present, even if just for this moment.
This feeling of defeat,
it’s a powerful tide,
but it doesn't have to drown me.
Even in the deepest shadow,
a flicker remains.
Astubborn refusal to extinguish.
One thing to be grateful for,
each day.
Perhaps it’s just the strengthto see the sunrise,
or the quiet hum of the refrigerator.
Survival,
in its simplest form.
And regarding that proposal,
that conversation I longed for,
that connection I thought was solid,
it too has shifted.
The words I rehearsed,
like fragile glass,
shattered.
The vision of our shared life,
a gentle unfolding,
now a crumpled paper.
It’s hard to reconcile.
This feeling of being adrift,
when I craved a steady harbor.
Alifestyle built on shared purpose,
on quiet contemplation,
on deep work, side by side.
Ibelieved in that efficiency,
that focused calm.
The kind of life where intentions bloom,
unhurried and true.
But perhaps these dreams, too,
need to find new soil.
Perhaps the path to that quiet lifeis not the one I imagined.
Perhaps it starts here,
in this quiet, broken space.
Learning to breathe again,
to find gratitude in the small,
to take one small step.
And from that stillness,
perhaps,
a new intention can form.
Anew way to builda life,
even when it feelslike everythinghas been lost.

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