That in that moment, all I wanted to do, was get it right. Something. and I could get this right, I could. Find a sense of normal.
Except my only problem of course, is that it turns out to be wrong.
I'm still grappling with that, to be honest.
We're in different boats in terms of handling what's happened. Anyone can see that.
And for once,
I wish I wasn't alone in this.
I've gotten it wrong, I've still gotten it wrong. And now I can't find my right, let alone left and I'm, I'm all wrong now. All wrong.
And no, we're not okay. There is fear that fills the spaces between all the words we're not saying, the words we can't find, the words we won't try to.
We're not okay. Not right now.
Actually, we seem a long way off from it.