the fact that it passes

My hands shake sometimes when I type.

They shake with the fears that still rise and fall with some of my heart beats.

(But not all of them.)

They shake when my phone lights up with a troublesome text or when I run into a person I haven’t seen in many months and their expression reminds me that they know more about me than I know about them.

That’s where I am.

That’s what happens.

But it doesn’t last.

You know?

It’s a flash.

And it fades.

And the fact that it doesn’t last is grace enough for me right now.