yes, i remember
meeting you, your candle, extended
i lighted it without you even having to
ask.
you miss that, don't you?
you miss that spark?
you deemed me an angel guiding you
through a never-ending tunnel
of self perpetuating fear and loathing
and dis ease.
yes, what we had was real.
but i couldn't save you, and even though
i tried, i didn't in the end.
no one could.
but
i was there for you
when no one else was
we were both starving
people, then.
i hardly remember who i was, really.
i was fragmented and lonely and sad
but i was given hope upon meeting you,
and all i knew
was that i loved you
and that seemed to be enough.
but it wasn't, as i learned
the hard way. years have passed
and you contact me every now and then,
out of the blue, as if to remind me
of a person i once knew.
there are some people
you will always know
they become a part of you,
the people that hurt you,
the people that loved you,
the people that left you - haven't
actually left you.
the last time i heard from you,
you said it would be the last time
i would ever hear from you
and there was
a strange peace i felt in that.
because
certain wounds eventually stop
reopening, certain theatres eventually
end up closing,
certain seeds eventually
need some sowing.