10/07/2025
It’s not that your body forgot.
It’s that it waited.
Waited for you to feel safe enough
to say what you couldn’t.
To cry what you swallowed.
To shake, to soften, to let go.
That tightness in your chest when the phone rings.
The lump in your throat at a song you haven’t heard in years.
The tears that catch you off guard while folding laundry.
It’s not random.
It’s remembrance.
Let it come.
Let it move.
Let it finish.