With Or Without

A shooting star moment
When reality crosses over
From wishful thinking
To the end of second guessing
And it’s in that moment
Eyes close several deep breathes
A pause and a decision
To let go
To make space for love
For the possibility of love
And/or to acknowledge
That the future is a solo trip
And the journey
Can be filled with angst
and nonsense
Or a joy ride
I choose the latter
Hair blowing in the wind
Salt water splash
The scent of wild beach roses
And I will glide
I will soar
Another day
With or without…

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