ever changing.

sometimes i wish to call you to remind you that i am still the same woman you met a long while ago, only, i have shifted and moved underneath the tide.

my heart, like sea glass, is evolving. ever smoothing, ever changing.

these mistakes that i make that you take so hard only end up as lines in my glass. and, as i am ever changing, ever smoothing, i expect one day you might look at them as a thing of beauty.

i wish to call you to remind you that once you looked upon me as a thing of beauty. though, i don't hope for the return of things past. i only hope that memories will be remembered well, that we might smile upon one another and nod, knowing, resolving.

you, though, do not want such reminders and you nod with your head dropped low. and i know i broke you. and i know i must leave and continue to change, ever so slightly, smoothing and evolving into a woman.

these days i hope for grace. to deserve the name woman. to wear it well on my head, crowned with forgiveness and beauty.