found this just now.
it's from october 1st of this year.
but she did.
i get why and i get how and i get the process that brought here to be.
what was said was,
"if you love someone don't let them know; save it for the deathbed."
it's what i should have done.
i had my chance that i'd spoken about, my chance that i knew would get me back to where i needed to be in the situation i wanted ot be in. and i had it, and now i know that it will go nothing short of absolutely the most perfect way i could expect it to go.
except for the fact that she left.
and she isn't coming baclkxxxxexx
and she isn't
and she isn't coming back.
it's an intolerable truth that i almost refuse to accept into reality.
and going forward, after the silence,
and after the revelation,
this is forever.
this is how it's going to be.
all the roots in the ground, and they ain't
all the roots in the ground, and they ain't comin' up to make no plants, no
there ain't gon' be no trees, no not here.
no sir, not here.
i saw to it that night.
the ones i was scared of.
i hurt her a few times,
and it's true:
these fingers have been quiet and i
seem to get a solid thought together on an
action or a path
or a commitment
or a method
or a way out.
i am now an organism
with single cell forward progress.
won't find shade in the desert so i'm won't find shade in the desert so i've adapted to the burning.
these are things that needed to be said in ways,
possibly not directly in a language that you can read
but they are easy and necessary to express.
i'll reflect them in the ways i walk and the ways i'll meet all along the way.
the roads that i walk.
she'll be gone for good.
and she'll never know.
but i'll know we had our day.