Trial and error

It’s been almost two years, and occasionally, I hurt and feel sad. I chalk it up to hormones and mercury retrograde. It is certain with your presence, after all this time, I am flabbergasted on the how and why. The woulda, coulda, shoulda is obsolete in my thoughts. I no longer trip over myself. I can observe you with my hands in my pocket, fondling my keys and change only. It is absolutely amazing how the inflicted heart repairs and regenerates. The deep wound heals layer by layer and becomes a beautiful scar. Each scar varies in length and tells a different story. A steadfast reminder of lessons learned.