Right when I thought the light was
brightening, when time was sliding
through my hands like that
prom dress I wore the spring of 1968,
when saying yes came easier than
complaints or criticism,
when life had gotten to the sweet spot
and I was ready to hit one out of the park,
...well, you were there.
You saw it happen.
I've got a new normal now.
The sweet spot moved, but hey,
I'm flexible. Adaptable. Human.