Sparklers

A lost spirit fills the house with joylessness. Where is his sparkle, I wonder, the crackle missing as I watch him in repose. Seeing Kaitlan and he tucked into a movie on the sofa wraps itself around the quiet lonely struggle to yield to what is.

Fallout. Reconciliation.

I hear and know that love means adapting -- changing -- metamorphizing. Forward and back, it draws me between the me-ism world and balance. Sustainable, endurable, transcendable love is the culprit. is it also the cure?