ordinary tuesday
“nothing happened today.
that's the whole entry.
no storm, no door slammed,
no name said too softly
to be an accident.
just a tuesday,
the kind that used to be
the good kind
before i learned
to flinch at silence
because silence
is what came
right before every leaving
i didn't see coming.
so now even the ordinary days
feel rehearsed,
like i'm waiting
for the other version of today
to show up late
and ruin this one too.
but it hasn't.
not yet.
the kettle boiled.
the light came in
at the same angle it always does.
and nothing happened.
maybe that's what healing is.
not a moment.
just a tuesday
that didn't have to prove anything
to still count.”