SOMETIMES YOU HAVE TO TOUCH THE BRUISE TO HEAL BY JENNIFER GURNEY

I walked around the lake today
for the first time
since you died

the lake where
we
lived

the lake where
we
built our deck

the lake where
we
got married

the lake where
we
built a life together

the lake where
your
memorial bench will be

I cried
the entire
time

it’s been three months
since you died
but it felt like yesterday

sometimes
you have to touch the bruise
to heal