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@wearedangerous
5.10
where do i put all the love i have for you? it has nowhere to go. it comes up like bile during the day. i wake up with it coating my mouth. i swallow hard, i keep it down. by midday it turns to lead in my belly. i carry it around like a second body in my body. I've lost 10 pounds with all the extra weight. i am afraid to let go of it, to lose your memory. i am afraid if i open myself up and extract what's left, the wound will close indefinitely. i am afraid if i let you go, you will forever be a stranger to this body that knows your morning cowlick and the mole on your back you never show. i have bathed your body and my hands hurt and my shower remembers.
i want you to be happy and i want you to be happy with her. none of the memories or words replace that. but you are my best friend, you are. you have been, you were. i love you like i love me, like how i exist without trying, and that is a fact. a body outside of my body. a limb severed. the distance between us made it harder for me to breathe when i was already suffocating. the catalyst could've been anything - but it was the distance. the absence of the only tether i had in three-thousand miles.
i want you to be happy and i want you to want to still be my best friend. i want to laugh and joke and spend time together simply because you want to spend time with me. i want to hear about the love for your partner and still feel the love you have for me in your life. i want to be there for you in all ways, but i cannot reach you. i dial the phone and hear a strangers voice. there is an indent in my couch that you refuse to fill. the silent car rides and the occasional movie opens the wound up further, like hot breath stinging, reminding me that you are here in body but not in spirit. i reach out for you and my fingers touch stone.
so, my phone does not ring. i do not have to plug it in from hours long facetimes. i watch tv alone. we do not meet in the morning to see where the day takes us. you give me an hour here, there - when i used to have days of the week. i accept breadcrumbs because sustenance is scarce. i live an anorexic life. i must take what i can get or i will wither away. i withered away, anyways. i left to find warmth.
Andromeda Galaxy, misunderstood at the time to be a nebula inside the Milky Way. Elementary Astronomy. 1899. Frontispiece.
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Bolts of lightning. Electricity for everybody. 1907.
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The dragon. Fictitious & symbolic creatures in art. 1906.
5.5.26
this must be it, the feeling that never goes away. i own this heart that swells at love and ache and loss and change. I can go years without intense feeling, it seems. I can be content, in a way. And yet, life reminds me that I indeed am alive and required to have a very human experience. so we are here and I am moved so deeply that I end up back at the steps of my keyboard. everytime I think I have lost it, this tender beating muscle, it aches to remind me that I am human and I am alive. my memories have scenes I didn't remember before, colors that I glossed over. Like when you rubbed my back on the escalator as we made our way down to the tube. Or when we sat facing each other, on the side of that pub, chain smoking cigarettes. And much earlier, when your head on my chest was an altar where you once prayed. suddenly there is a glow around every memory I shared with you, and it moves with an effervescence that cracks open my tender heart. i had the privilege of loving many and i've lost in equal measure. and yet, your absence may sting longer than I'd prefer. i suppose, because you were unable to be my partner, and then unable to be my lover, and now, unable to be my friend. within them all, i have loved your many forms, your costumes, your positions in my life. i have loved your quirks, your pains, your strengths, and your shortcomings. i have loved them through the many lenses. and when one door closed, i loved you through the next. and the next. and the next. as you did for i. but there is a door you have walked through, where this love we've carried through seasons, cannot exist. where the space we once breathed, now suffocates. and I love you enough not to follow.
and so, we enter a new season: in this one, I hope you are happy. I cannot be around to see it.
how it feels to let go of a friend
May Sarton, The House by the Sea
Peter Lindbergh - Le Touquet, 1988, from Alaïa by François Baudot (1996)
Moonlight Lanscape - Hjalmar Munsterhjelm
Finnish, 1840-1905
Oil on canvas laid on cardboard , 58 x 80.5 cm.
Playgirl Advisor, 1977