My cup tipped.
words spilled out onto paper, filling the blanks in the template letter.
Pieces of the alphabet fell into place,
formally and methodologically.
I folded the print sheet in three
and pressed it into the crease of my palm.
Nervous sweat, left stains on the canvas white
I took note of this as I hopped into my truck and headed down that familiar road.
hands shaking on the steering wheel, it did not even flinch when a butterfly hit my windshield.
I was beside myself
Before I enter the place of hard days and mean words, he lay his hands on me he told me this was right, them whispered “TRUST” in my ear
I put on my hard face, the one I had worn through the halls of my highschool. My strides were long, my stomach still jumping
I handed her the letter and suckled back my tears.
But then it was done, I left and released the fallen butterfly from my windshield wipers
His life gone I sealed him away in a book, like I sealed this memory,
and I resigned