I’ve been writing a lot since you walked out
Yesterday morn
The places you can’t meet my Heart. I am
I meet my Whole Self.
Sometimes she is volatile, unafraid to calm down. Sometimes all she wants is the Peace of the Heart
Truly I believe it is always that
How can we be punished for speaking of Our Love?
She cannot understand how a husband & wife can simply separate having shared all of their Life
She longs for arms that hold her as she talks to her Lover about this
The places she still feels grief
The places the whole body stiffens
The places her dreams awaken her to still believe there is truth in the process
What prevents a man holding a woman in grief?
What part of man (including woman as well) makes it so personal, about themselves, when it is not
It is collective always that
Truth comes up
To
Unveil what always was
& as your silence punctuates my heart
& i am afraid of the flail
& the die
I realise there is someone else at the base of my spine holding me now
Someone I chose many moons ago
Someone I forgot ✨
