gracefully
i do not know where to put my hands.
if i went with what my body said,
i would hold yours close to mine
fleshtoflesh
handtolips
(wondering, always,
where did the distance first creep in)
except,
i don't think that is what a clean
break looks like.
it is easy to let go of the reality of us
there is freedom in the
unshackling
of one person
from another
except,
i don't know where to put down this
idea
thatfusedus
(long before we even touched)
i have a
sinking
suspicion that unfinished ideas
grow
into something they ought not to be
and nostalgia is a dirty bitch
that eats people alive from the inside out
if left unchecked
so i've been holding my breath when i hear your name
i've been
detaching
(and it's as easy as i remember it)
i've been letting the distance expand between your body and mine
i've been filling the space with things that do not remind me of what we should have been
i'm trying to say goodbye to you
in a way where both of us survive
whole
and i think it's working
(i'll let you know when i let out the air).
S.
{Photo by: Codrina Cazacu}
