It was obvious that it was lychee. It was the words of it, the spilling the sharing, more of you and more of anything. Ignoring the things there, let the cards lay and shuffle.

There is a lot covering, icing, frosting, cream, glaze, glitter, buried detachment, avoidance, lies. Needing a lot of seen things, missing things from unlived lives.

Looking at resentment building up, while living far away from grace. Understanding is coming less and less to visit. So here’s to mopping up sorrows.