Serendipity?

An inexplicable pull to visit this place.

Spiritual, visceral. 

A “book this now” type of pull. 

Months pass and the sting of a similar ending rocks me like disappointing quarter four earnings.

Late night silence disrupted by me finding you on Instagram.  An unfamiliar move to you but to me, a silent action taken a handful of times since you left. Memories restrained for years in the deepest recesses of my psyche. 

Comfort in no signs of emotional tether. 

Deep down, still mine at heart.

A final sleepy scroll then I’ll put you back into the depths. 

Breath catching in my throat. 

The beautiful place you posted about for years – the same place that pulled me months ago. 

Synchronicity I cannot possibly explain away. 

Mentally drafting this, I unexpectedly drive by your old home, taunting me comically.

Later, a fawn in the road, clumsy and scared under the headlights of heavy truth. 

As I prepare to sleep I click “follow” this time, hoping for a glimmer yet preparing for nothing.

Quiet affirmation that I wasn’t alone in the pain and longing. A stabbing of the heart that can only be conveyed by a better writer. 

The unwritten hangs thick in the air for now, until the man who fears nothing faces his depth.