It took less than a year for us to get back to normal. It took three years to get through what made us deconstruct normal

 

It took three months for us to embrace exhaustion and stress. It took three years to understand rest.

 

It took a quarter of a year for us to forget each other. It took three years for us to remember love.

 

It took less than half a year to take what we hold sacred and turn it into work again. It took three years to realize what was even sacred to begin with.

 

It took three full moons for us to hate more than love. It took three years to try to face ourselves. 

 

It took a summer to let go of the present. It took three years to stop. 

 

It’s been three weeks since mom started chemo. 

 

It took three years for me to understand that the more I learn, the less I think I know.