At times like this, she comes to me,
the woman I could have been.
Somehow I know her only big question
would be about loneliness.
While I have so many,
like belongings in a cheap, messy bag
I know she wouldn’t have,
like longish hairs on a crumpled pillowcase
(her hair would always be smoothed and pulled back).
I woke up this morning to two work situations that make me know more than ever that I need to make some different choices. And when faced with those choices, I wished I'd made them long ago - and some others. I often see this other me, and she seems like she's got so much figured out, so much more room to breathe, even though I know I'm very lucky for what I have.
I haven't wanted to post anything until the situation with Hermes the cat got resolved. But unfortunately, that situation hasn't been resolved, either. So I'm going to post about him here again, in the hopes that maybe his photo and description will find the right reader this time - someone who wants to, and can, take him into their life, or someone who could spread the word to the right person. My sincere thanks and immense gratitude go out to those of you who've already helped in so many ways.
My brother and I are desperately trying to find a new home for his cat Hermes, who he can't take with him when he moves.