it’s the morning after the night before. my first of many nights alone in the house, knowing that this time he’s not coming back. the first day of the rest of my life.
and i’m so sad.
i was wise enough yesterday to call my good friend deon for some support. we went to another friend’s birthday party over at claire johnston of mango groove’s house, while l was moving his stuff out. everyone was wonderfully supportive and didn’t mind me crying when i needed and claire and i connected like we’ve known each other forever. and i drank enough punch to knock out a horse, though it didn’t stop me from waking at 2 and wandering the house for the rest of the night. just like the night before.
the irony, the ambiguity and ambivalence is that while i’m mourning the end of what was meant to be forever, i know we had come to an impossible impasse. while we both wanted the same thing, we got lost in our own heads and never made it happen together. and then there are certain things which are non-negotiable for me and others which are non-negotiable for him. there’ve been times when i’ve been ready to walk away, times when all i’ve wanted to do was leave, but we stuck it out and now i feel hopelessly mired. it is so much harder to let go.
but still, it’s 4 years worth crying over, so i’m giving it it’s due and grieving. though i’ll be ok. i’ve been through much worse and come out the other side. so i’m not running away. i’m feeling what i’m feeling and honoring that. i’m owning it.
and i know that everything’s going to be alright. the slogan for the last week was “change”, wasn’t it? well, a change has come. and without a struggle, the chrysalis cannot become the butterfly.
at least lack of sleep has always brought out the poet in me.
watching love walk away nov8.08we siton the sofa.
side by side,yet worlds apart.
your words sink inside melike stones.we’re in a ship descendinginto a sea of regret,while on the horizon lietomorrows that never will be.my tears will not stopand so the waves overwhelm.
the ship starts breaking apart .reality threatens to drown us both,as clinging to flotsamwe float,a part of each otherno more.no longer us,now just you and me.we’re both still mouthing“i love you”and“i’m sorry”,but the distance between us deepens.
despite our best intentions,despite everything we’ve tried,on the shore, far off,in the distance,
we can see love.
and it is walking away.
A wake Nov 9, 08
I am holding a vigil
A wake for what was
I am staying up these long nights
My eyes wide
My heart hollow
There’s part of me
hopes that you are sleepless too
But the better part
hopes you are sleeping sound
And resting in peace.