I have not been writing much poetry lately. Basically because my poetry tends to come from a place of darkness and loss. And lately, I’ve been happy. I unboxed my memories of the night that My Morgan died and replayed through the events of that night. I came to the realization that I did everything I could. Took every measure possible. The weight I had been holding onto for 10+ years shifted to acceptance. This burden I had been placing, that I was the cause, that I was at fault fell away. There was a responsible party and it was not me. Then I met someone interesting, beautiful though I had never seen them. We’ll see where that leads, but like I always say, Only forward. This is good. These are good things. But it makes it hard to write my brooding poetry. I’ll need to find another way to operate.