In my head
I ask myself as though I am someone else, “was it worth it?”
And I never know, because whatever it was that seemed worth bypassing the route that would keep me from asking that question never seems clear.
Or maybe it just disappears. That’s why it’s never worth it. When it leaves you feeling empty, like you lost somehow, then the answer is no.
If it lasts, remains, endures, and is still there when you feel a tinge of loss, then feel it restoring you, then yes, it is worth it.
That’s when you know you don’t have to ask…
because it will be right in front of your face, in your hand,