This morning I slept five minutes late, because a dream of
you wouldn’t let me open my eyes. I stumbled to the shower, and turned the
water all the way to cold, knowing that you would hate it if you were here. My
body goes through the motions, but today is not like the days before. Today is
the day of letting go. A hummingbird meets me at my window. He dances wildly around a banana tree, tempting the street cat perched on the fence beneath him. Unaffected, he darts from bushel to bushel, taking in the sweet nectar before the blooming fruit consumes it. In different ways, they both
remind me of you.The song playing reminds me of you. I change it. The next one reminds me of you as well. I accept that will probably be the case for a very long time, but it doesn’t mean that I will stop listening to music, that I will change my daily routine because you are no longer a part of it.
Instead, I will find new things to associate with my feelings. Even with the world at my fingertips, my hands feel vacant without yours, so I fill them with keys, a wallet, a cell phone, anything to replace the empty feeling. In the car I find myself traveling at speeds of five miles per hour.
Los Angeles cannot drive in the rain. In the distance I can hear the thunder traveling in the opposite direction. Everyone leaves eventually. I am not angry with you – I am confused. You are not the person I thought you were. I allowed you to take my love for granted, but that ends today.
the day of letting go. A hummingbird meets me at my window. He dances wildly around a banana tree, tempting the street cat perched on the fence beneath him. Unaffected, he darts from bushel to bushel, taking in the sweet nectar before the blooming fruit consumes it. In different ways, they both
remind me of you.The song playing reminds me of you. I change it. The next one reminds me of you as well. I accept that will probably be the case for a very long time, but it doesn’t mean that I will stop listening to music, that I will change my daily routine because you are no longer a part of it.
Instead, I will find new things to associate with my feelings. Even with the world at my fingertips, my hands feel vacant without yours, so I fill them with keys, a wallet, a cell phone, anything to replace the empty feeling. In the car I find myself traveling at speeds of five miles per hour.
Los Angeles cannot drive in the rain. In the distance I can hear the thunder traveling in the opposite direction. Everyone leaves eventually. I am not angry with you – I am confused. You are not the person I thought you were. I allowed you to take my love for granted, but that ends today.
This morning I promised to never love someone who doesn’t truly love me
in return.
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