The Day After That Tuesday

Feeling better than when I first wrote this in November. Less numb and more anticipatory of the work to be done going forward.

Photo by Alistair MacRobert on Unsplash

It's getting cold 
and the only things
keeping me warm 
are the memories 
from the days before 
that Tuesday—
like the last dandelion
with a singular seed
perched atop its crown
at winter's darkest grey.

A duet that's performed
on a stage of loneliness 
to a sold out stadium 
audience of people looking 
for answer…