The Unwinding

I am in awe

of the purposeful unwinding of a life.

The absolute fullness of the task.

The unraveling,

and the weight of all of it.

All that it was,

and never will be.

As I allow it to move,

and fray up through my mind,

I can’t stop needing

to touch it.

Wanting to feel through

every thought.

Longing for witness.

Needing to make sense.

Hoping to understand each piece.

Or to sign off in approval,

before I say goodbye.