The waves of grief and relief rolling in tides powerfully surging.
Driven by a couple thrashing in tragedy flying apart and back together
seeking justification for losing something that felt at least okay and sometimes great.
Was it really so terrible when the present moments are palpably so? Couldn’t it have been at least bearable?
But when the anger inevitably comes the unseen current of suspicious liquids is terribly real.
And reel you do veering off course roiling turmoil in a once-placid sea.
You need to finally see the whole chart to begin a new start on solid ground unbound finally from that churning sea.