~Edna St. Vincent Millay “Ebb”
I wondered if that was how forgiveness budded;
not with the fanfare of epiphany,
but with pain gathering its things,
and slipping away unannounced in the middle of the night.
— Khaled Hosseini from The Kite Runner
My mother was seven years younger than I am now when my father left her for a younger woman. For months my mother withered, crying until there were no more tears left, drying inward from her edges.
It took ten years, but he came back like an overdue high tide. She was sure her love had died but the tepid pool refilled, the incoming water cool to the touch, finally overflowing beyond imagining.