Missy comes home today. It’s been 3 months, 4 months total she’s been gone. I drive down to Providence to get her this afternoon. Frankly, it’s a relief. A big one.

My sister and I had a big disagreement yesterday. I do not know if I can get past this one.

I don’t feel much like writing poetry anymore. Don’t feel like playing guitar either. Feel like I should just sit still and wait.

Don’t respond, please. Sometimes you just want it out there, to let it sit. This is like that.

If this proves to be the final post, just know I didn’t conceive of it that way. I figured I’d be back at some point. There is still stuff to do. Still stuff to write, still music to play. To paraphrase Stanley Kunitz, I’m not yet done with my changes. Not yet, not quite.

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onward,
T