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In between your coming and your going I struggle
To be kind to myself,
And recall at which point precisely did I open the
Unguarded gates of my heart
To your impermanent but decidedly charming affections.
Was it the jokes, the banter,
The immediate exchange of thoughts and pasts,
As if we had known each other for years?
Did I know before I actually saw you that
You would disturb my already cluttered mind?
Were you playing one of your games
And did I lose again, unaware of the rules,
Or of the fact that I was taking part in it?
I want to go back and talk to myself
And warn her against you.
For what I found irresistible I now
Doubt as mere generic kindness
And an occasional exercise of your flirting muscles.
My only wish is that you do not deny
Any part that you took in this whole mess.
There must be a room somewhere
Where I can review not the events but your thoughts,
Your motivations, your real reactions.
For I heard what I wanted to hear,
And it was that you liked what you saw in me.
Now, fogged still by emotions stirred
That were long thought dead or protected,
I hear soundbites that pierce rather than comfort.
I remember the ending, the cold distancing,
And the washing of the hands.
You who wooed but insisted it was part of the plan,
To whom I acquiesced, too naïve to resist,
You swept me off my feet then put me down.
Such actions should be criminalized, and your punishment:
Severe and permanent solitary confinement.
If you were surprised how fast I developed
A liking for our uninterrupted conversations and our
Seemingly mutual joy at each discovery about the other,
Let me assure you that it struck me as odd too.
I watched myself fall as if I had never been vigilant of such madness before.
It is up to me I know to uplift my spirits
And believe that you had genuine care and concern for my feelings,
But I have not as yet developed the wings for such freedom.
We acted the way we said men and women often do:
Women feel. Men flee.
I will not apologize for not knowing
That I would be this vulnerable,
And I should accept your refusal to participate anymore.
But give me the space to remember
That once, you found me beautiful.
03 Jan 2014 2 Comments
There is a huge imbalance between our time together
And the depth of my reaction;
It surprised me.
There is a massive disproportion between my letter
And your reply.
It hurt me.
There is a great inconsistency between your words
And your actions-
It confused me.
There is a mammoth mistake that I owned
And you did not,
It left me cold.
There is a mountain of truths I must climb
And you refuse to-
It seems unfair.
There is a terrifying distance
Between you and me.
It emptied me.
30 Sep 2012 Leave a comment
There and not there
In the space where I thought I had met you,
I have found a pebble.
All my love reduced to a pebble.
Unlike some people, I refuse to talk to a pebble.
Sometimes I see shadows moving,
hear voices whispering,
and think, My rescuers have come.
With tools and spectacles, they study the pebble,
which I insist is not mine, and they leave.
I have memories in chaos.
Words, songs, scenes, moments:
All mishandled; best forgotten.
I look for recognition, and ask
If you have left the key with me.
You made me see beyond this space and time,
Challenged me to reach,
Encouraged me to leap,
And left me in the air.
I should not be so surprised.
With teetering faith and questions upon questions,
I walk back and forth.
Your pebble is a smooth pendant I hang on my neck,
A rock weighing me down,
The universe outside of me.
I am at once a feeling being,
Exposed for the world to see,
And I am free.
What can a pebble do to me?
— Ella, July 29, 2009