I’m over it, I’m under it, I’m driving past it, I’m beyond it

But the remnants of it…

Still brothers me

Like dirt under fingernails on freshly washed hands

I think of it constantly

Looking for a file to even out the jagged edges

And clean out the dust particles of yesteryear

At least I can grow to let go of the old feelings

That brought me here


Love always, Esha <3