Ah now, that same old song and dance

wrapping yourself up in the mess of choices and emotions

You can feel them struggling can’t you

Blurring together until nothing is left

until your heart is empty

and your stomach is tied up in so many knots you can’t tell if it’s from the food

or the hitch in your voice during last week’s phone call

A few deep breaths may help

detangle

sort them into neat boxes

that can be pulled from at a moment’s notice

until next time