We ended.
It was over.
This relationship,
This strange and unexpected love,
The last seven years,
We looked back only to let go.
We ended it,
And, with it, my world,
And you remained remarkably emotionless,
As if it hadn’t meant anything at all.
I guess if seven years had taught you anything,
It was never to believe me the first time around.
Because the words that came out of my mouth,
The “I’m done,
I love you, but I can’t do this anymore…”
They were no match for this hole in my heart.
I knew even then that whether “best” applied or not,
You’d always be the greatest love of my life.
A good friend of mine once told me
That while life may be called some crazy things,
It really just runs in circles,
And if we wait long enough,
We’ll end up with everything we missed.
When you showed up at my store [by chance?],
The gasp, the smile, the desire I had to throw myself at you,
Latch on and stay there for all eternity…
It told me she was right.
I’d spend some time without you
Completely without you,
Had gone through “I can’t live like this,”
“I think I can do this,”
And even gotten to the part where I didn’t miss you every day.
But I would still talk about you in daily conversation
Because everything reminded me of you
And in boredom, I reserted to you…
As I think you did to me,
For boredom brought us baby-stepping our way back to one another:
The world is full of wondrous things,
But nothing as familiar as you and me.
So now we talk a day or two a week,
Catching up with one another’s lives,
Trying to become again something like we once were…
Or maybe trying to become something new?
Trying to let it come naturally again
And maybe we’ll get back to that place where we didn’t have to try
Maybe we won’t
But I’m glad we’re in a place where we can try.
I’m still learning the boundaries,
Testing the waters of an ocean I know so well,
Going slow because I don’t want to fuck this up again
“Ex” is such an ugly prefix anyway:
Thanks for giving me the chance to have a second chance.
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