December 17, 2012
Thank you for teaching me a lesson tonight – from your absence. Your silence.
My intuition tells me you’re pulling away again. It’s a feeling, nestled deep. Ebb and flow. Captured clearly in your sad eyes. My pattern when this happens is to grasp. Grab. To hold on tight out of fear. But that’s never worked for me before. Doesn’t work for you now. So I’m letting go – backing off so you don’t run away. I’ll be here when you’re ready to run back to me. To be the man I know you are – selfless and sarcastic, stubborn and silly. The man I fell for, the man I am crazy about. The man whose eyes sparkle because he is truly excited to see me. Without expectation or need but purely out of want. A mutually open connection.
Thank you for giving me this lesson tonight – through your distance. Your silence.
December 16, 2012
Thoughts of you turn more and more to him these days. Recollections. Reflections.
It could be the time of year.
Summer warm upon the cool night breeze
Dinner on the terrace, mosquitoes biting
October turned into December
It could be the similarities
Thank you for teaching me a lesson tonight – from your absence. Your silence.
My intuition tells me you’re pulling away again. It’s a feeling, nestled deep. Ebb and flow. Captured clearly in your sad eyes. My pattern when this happens is to grasp. Grab. To hold on tight out of fear. But that’s never worked for me before. Doesn’t work for you now. So I’m letting go – backing off so you don’t run away. I’ll be here when you’re ready to run back to me. To be the man I know you are – selfless and sarcastic, stubborn and silly. The man I fell for, the man I am crazy about. The man whose eyes sparkle because he is truly excited to see me. Without expectation or need but purely out of want. A mutually open connection.
Thank you for giving me this lesson tonight – through your distance. Your silence.
December 16, 2012
Thoughts of you turn more and more to him these days. Recollections. Reflections.
It could be the time of year.
Summer warm upon the cool night breeze
Dinner on the terrace, mosquitoes biting
October turned into December
It could be the similarities
The seasons
The scenery
Both of
you offering not quite enough
Guarded,
stubborn, temporary
It could be the differences
It could be the differences
Kisses burning
my lips
Consistent
and generous words
Passionate
embraces disappearing in an instant
Sparkling
eyes and hugs that last for days
Taking lives
A love
of life
As I walk these familiar steps, the scenery has changed. A year gone by. A new season.
The same destination.
A different boy. You.
And as I sit in this spot so familiar, so comforting –a place once shared with him – I wish it was you that were here.
Sitting beside me. Holding my hand and smiling. Happy. Together.
As I walk these familiar steps, the scenery has changed. A year gone by. A new season.
The same destination.
A different boy. You.
And as I sit in this spot so familiar, so comforting –a place once shared with him – I wish it was you that were here.
Sitting beside me. Holding my hand and smiling. Happy. Together.
