In sleepless streets, in hotel rooms, we sang the hymns
I'd learned in my childhood. In this way, I felt I'd known you
for a lifetime, or from a dream. I wanted to tell you, then,
but my courage was spent. You were brave
so that I didn't have to be.
How do you tame the wild bird? I would do it for you.
Late at night, I'm practicing my sweet talk. Soon, we'll go to tea
and you'll explain everything: the impossible, the mundane,
and that perfect middle, which is love.
That's what I believe in.
I found relief when you loosened your stranglehold,
and elation when you tightened your grip. Catch and release,
breathe and repeat. I'm cutting my hair to feel new again –
it falls like petals, and he-loves-me-not.
No one can live like that.
I don't hate her, if that's what you're thinking.
I am learning to let you go. In the wood, the wild bird
steals my pen, drinks the ink from it, and takes flight.
In this way, we're just alike:
I have loved you best by leaving.
so long i guess