It’s been almost five months.

I’m tired of saying I’m okay,

when really I feel,

in pieces,

unwhole,

jumbled, sinful, lonely,

and most of all stuck.

Stuck between my past and my future,

unable to move,

unable to completely let go

of you,

of who I was,

who we were,

unable to become,

someone else,

unable,

to have as the prayer says

“the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, courage to change the things I can, and the wisdom to know the difference.”