#middleground
I grieve you living,
mourn you whole,
the you I knew already gone
before you go.
This is how the dead stay warm.
This is how I learn to hold a hand
that doesn't know
it's already ash.
and me, I am standing in the hallway
between the two of you,
becoming architecture
nobody planned to live in.
he bleeds. I translate.
I take your blindness and his weight
and make it into something
anyone can carry but me.
to know is to lose what knowing finds. to love is to stand where love unwinds.
this is the thing about being the one in the middle:
you become very good at holding
and very unknown.
the light still comes through the window
the same way it did before.
and I am still here to see it.
that is the thing about people like me
we are built from a love
too stubborn to put down.
and something that loves like that
doesn't disappear.
it just learns
the shape of the new room
and calls it home.
May 22
May 22, 2026 at 10:16 PM UTC