She closed it down. No visitors allowed. And realized that what she needed most was a private space to grieve. It's not easy, loving and not loving. Wanting and not wanting. Always being between these spaces. In the gap. The slice that separates the sides of the coin, so that one never knows if they are heads or tails.
You've gone. Driving. Hurting. Thinking. Away from this house of uncertainty.
And I'm here. Wondering. Missing. Tired and half dead. Feeling the ghosts of who we were, in other days, hiding in closets and slipping down the hall to the bedroom.
I lit a candle for you tonight. In honor of the multitude of things I love and have loved about you. Begging myself not to hurt us this way. And yet on I go, unable to turn back time nor (deep in the recesses of my heart) wanting to. I don't know what comes next. I don't know how to breathe. I don't know how to smile or laugh. I have no idea how to be anything but numb.
Right now, all I know is how to let the wind whip me and the rain pelt me. And to be tired but not sleep. And hungry but not eat.
You've gone. Driving. Hurting. Thinking. Away from this house of uncertainty.
And I'm here. Wondering. Missing. Tired and half dead. Feeling the ghosts of who we were, in other days, hiding in closets and slipping down the hall to the bedroom.
I lit a candle for you tonight. In honor of the multitude of things I love and have loved about you. Begging myself not to hurt us this way. And yet on I go, unable to turn back time nor (deep in the recesses of my heart) wanting to. I don't know what comes next. I don't know how to breathe. I don't know how to smile or laugh. I have no idea how to be anything but numb.
Right now, all I know is how to let the wind whip me and the rain pelt me. And to be tired but not sleep. And hungry but not eat.
