Last night we watched as a women left her husband. Big burly men in their moving truck brought out boxes of a past life.
Today a house and a man sits alone with obese orange squash and scarecrows in a sea of Christmas lights and nativity scenes.
We pondered and speculated at what happened, things that we should avoid. Never speaking that fear.
I wanted to wrap my arms and legs around you and not let go. This is my superpower, my cure for that unspoken fear.