Matt leaves and an itch starts under my skin. Can’t stop it. Can’t shake it.
Him being here made me see everything anew. And I can’t stop looking.
I’ve seen myself through his eyes now and while it thrilled me to the core, it also showed me that I’ve become out of touch with certain things in my landscape. My wall of scripture quotes has been up forever, so much so that they faded into the background.
The light from my bedside lamp casts a glow off the corners of each frame. What they meant to me still echoes and yet that glow has become a glare—too hot to handle.
I roll out of bed, letting my hands do what my heart can’t.
Glass rattles and shatters in the frames as I throw them to the floor, one on top of the other.