You know what’s magic?
This moment is magic.
This moment where he is gone
and he can’t tell me what to do
You know what else is magic?
That I can feel my creativity
rolling on the long waves of my breath,
coming back home to me.
Today I wrote in the morning,
taught in the afternoon,
and played guitar in the evening.
I took a long hot bath, a magic bath,
with candles, crystals, roses, incense,
Music and a willingness to heal.
It doesn’t matter if the piles of our shared life
now are bunched together on the floor
He left them
and I can process them…
the pictures of our togetherness, our happiness…
when will the sadness leave?
Today’s prompt was about magic. I wrote about baths, because baths are magical.