was never far enough to stop a
reckless soul, aching hands and a
terribly ill-trained heart from pointing north.
You always said you were not the
jealous type, and maybe you're not, but I took a
lover. I took him to numb me and to burn you.
You, who are not the type to be jealous of
Him, who could only guess that his hands were
surrogates
for a tighter grasp and softer touch.
And I could only wonder if maybe you are
the jealous type.
But I haven't heard from you in 113 days,
so I guess
after-all
you're not.
S.
{Photo: Adriano Sodré Flickr}
It's been close to 200 days for me... it hasn't got easier... I often wonder if he thinks about me at all... I had to stop counting the days...
ReplyDeleteWonderful and touching post, I know exactly what you mean ... :-/
Jealousy comes in so many forms, I've seen a lot of them. Too many really.
ReplyDelete"Him, who could only guess that his hands were
ReplyDeletesurrogates
for a tighter grasp and softer touch."
Good gosh, your words!
315. I wish there were words of comfort I could share with you, like a secret cure for this broken heart. All I can say for now is that many of us share this experience of pain, longing and absence, and these blogs and our writing reveal the possibilities which arise. For the record, you are not pathetic, at all. xo
ReplyDeleteHey, you have a really nice Blog with interesting Stuff on it! :)
ReplyDeleteDo you want to follow each other via GFC? If yes please let me know and i follow back :*
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My goodness you always capture everything so well. Whenever I am in need of a little inspiration, I can always come here and let your words fill me up.
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Tightrope to the Sun
It's been almost two months for me.Guess I got what I wanted.xx
ReplyDeletedreaming is believing