Shards

Maybe when you watch your life flash before your eyes it’s all in reverse, until you’re a child again catching fireflies in the summer air. And the people you left along the way all come back to say hello, so that there’s no such thing as death or heartbreak: just resurrection and falling back in love. I think about her and of watching us played in reverse: beginning with the words ‘goodbye’ being inhaled back into our lungs and ending with catching her eye at an ice cream shop in California for the first time.

I think about a river with its inseparable water branching suddenly into two. I think how that water invariably finds its way to the sea, even when played in reverse. I wonder if love and loss become palindromes after enough time, taking on the same meaning in either direction. I think they must.