clarissavibes

96 Days

Like the swirls in a Van Gogh

No rhyme or reason 

But in those moments it all made sense

Dark, hazy blues

Glimmers of moonlight

It was all I needed to get me through

It took just those 96 days to forget

96 days to let him go

96 days to break free

Everything happens for a reason 

I see all of mine in those swirls

In those conversations

In the flecks of hope

In those 96 days