Little Miseries

There is so much to say

But the words won’t come together

Still I scribble

In notebooks and margins

Hesitating

Frozen

Wanting so much to say

To the two of you:

This is not about you

And

I’m sorry

And

I hope one day

When you go looking

You’ll find answers.

Sometimes you can only see the whole picture

When you’ve found all the pieces of the puzzle.

Sometimes pieces are lost and it’s easy to imagine

To fill in the blanks with stories

Little miseries.