Cycles bend my life, the intervals of time, succession of events, I am changed each time, different from what I was on my last go around, coming to this same point where I get to start it all over again, my heart beating fast with each panicked thought, as I come back to where I was, with the same person, waiting to determine if this turns out to be the same, a call in the dark to a person I did not know still existed there, a voice responding as if from the distant past, sounding the same, while I have changed, and wondering, dumbstruck, if I have changed enough to make a difference.
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