Sticks and Leaves

There’s something about moving back to a place I used to live that invites reflection. Today’s draft is inspired by relationships that may or may not be over.

Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedYou and Ion the opposite sides of a limestone wallsitting on the ground, cross-legged with our hands in the dirtwaiting for the other one to just stand up and wave hello -- this wall is waist-high at best .Maybe, our feet fell asleep hours ago,we're dreading that pins and needles feeling if we stand,that feeling that your body is just going to fall in a heap -- no one wants to fall in a heap.So we just stay here on the ground,gather sticks and leaves,arrange them in a way that feels like healing.