The Stream Flows…

As I washed my body this morning.. I couldn’t help but be overwhelmed by the parallels this day draws from the act of washing myself of my past sins..

A new start.  Arguably a bad one, an uncertain one, but a start none the less.

I scrawled the word ‘WHY?’ Onto my shower wall the night she left…I’m no closer to finding an answer today than I was then… I believe, in lieu of an answer, I should seek the context of that inquiry that retains value after all this time…

Why she left, is simply the wrong question.

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