I think of her and that
Place
The Place where I shut the
Door.
With all my strength
Unhappy no more.
Now I pray that,
Well,
I don’t know yet.
What’s next
Next.
Assume the next line on my resume
Where my car will park for most of the day
Early mornings, late nights, sunrises, and sunsets.
Yet.
Yet is the key
The shimmer of hope, potential, and purpose for me.
Rebecca DiFabbio 
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