THE WEAVE:
Vesta speaks…
It is normal, to mourn a bond, before it is over; bitter and sweet. Venus and I make jokes, and hold hands about it. Grief is a slow leak we do not patch. She will leave this land, and live in a language I may not return to, unless I get a vaccine. I have said goodbye to Love, enough Times, to know an ending is a phase. And in this Way, it feels good to part brimming, and not be running a Way, empty, never having cupped my palms to receive.