Before You Knew My Name

by Jacqueline Bublitz

No one lives just one life. We start and finish our worlds many times over. And no matter how long or short a time we are here, I’m beginning to realize we all want more than we get.

No one ever ends up where they started from, but you do make it home, when the time is right. If you have kept your head while being tossed about. Sometimes it is surrender, not struggle, that saves a life.

I stop somewhere waiting for you. It is others who move away now, leaving the sobbing woman alone with her poets and her sorrow. Generations of writers reaching down to wrap their arms around her, gently pressing their means of survival into her bones.

Pull the world into you—and nothing seems so far away anymore.

And Noah accepts the offer, because he is as lonely as she was back then, and because, sometimes, you get out of your own way. Sometimes you follow yourself home.

all that latent motherlove and concern preceding her.