Today, and every day…

My friends rallied to me.

I am better

than I was a week ago.

My friend whose kids grew up with mine

came to find me a week ago.

He tried to take me back to the mountains

with him.

We stood, instead, in a very public place where he found me

and he held on to me until I was cried out

for that day.

I have had some crying jags since then

but none like that one.

So, there was a catharsis.

I still have this soul-sized hole

where a baby ought to live

but in a week

friends from north and south

and east and west

have tramped through

the sands of time

to rally to me.

Perhaps this is a place in time and space

where things can get better.

I will let you know.

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