Looking Back in Him

…maybe I shouldn’t do that. Maybe that’s what my problem is, in the looking back.

I, this morning, looked in my drawer and pulled out a journal that I was somewhat recently chronicled my life. My last entry in it was January 2013. Then I went back to some older entries and they were full of Him.

I chronicled non-fiction like it was fiction of one particular time we were together and the words took me back to that room.

I read scores of poetic epitaths to Him.

I know there will be someone one day that will do this to me again.

I have to remain strong.