My perspective

I read this on 1980's and thought about what it would be like to be on the other side. This is what I came up with...

'We've grown apart.' My words kept echoing back at me. I stared. Stared at those angles and curves that completed the shape of your face. Those angles and curves that my fingers had memorized. I stared. Stared at those barren walls that knew all of the intimate moments shared here. Deep kisses that moved the floor beneath me; conversations that exposed marrow, but more recently, shouting matches that bled followed by silence so thick, you'd leave to breath again. It was in those moments that I would wonder about how much longer I could do this. Loving you and staying here was hurting me. We were no longer good for each other. And then you'd return, and we would pretend with whispered apologies and expressions of love that only went as deep as the strings of our throat. And I would stay, and you would stay, and we'd supposedly be happy.

And as summer fell, and winter grew, the bitterness froze my heart and I no longer cared. I was numb. Humming beneath my feet were the memories of how we got here and as I felt your unseeing eyes look through me, I felt the tear come. It slid from the corner of my history with you, rolled down into the jaw line of my current days, and finally, it fell. It crashed into unforgiving hardwood, shattering into pieces of mirrored yesterdays. I turned away from you then, staring at the door knob, but unsure of whether or not I was ready to walk through, into that new world… without you. I just stood….and stared, frozen by the air. Thinking about that seed you'd planted a few weeks ago........ that had taken root and now grows, despite the winter cold.

Something new for you...
Letting Go- Janelle Monae