She was my salve,
Healing.
Bridging a gap…
I dismantled all of my journals
From back then
Sketchbooks too
I ripped out pages,
Tore some, burned some,
Saved some.
I
Stripped them of their
Collective power
Or so I thought
Paper,
I find, has a long memory,
It is not so easily lost
As we might wish,
Paper has power
I was so enthralled
Caught up in her and
Content to stay that way
Lost in a perpetual state of
Heightened torture,
Painful excitement
I was so committed to misery
Committed to wanting and never receiving,
But no, it was more than that,
More than suffering and sadness,
We shared moments of quiet
Moments where the air seemed to sizzle
Words exchanged were charged,
Moving between us,
Creating friction, building energy,
Until we couldn’t take it,
Until it cracked,
Like thunder
After rumbling hungrily in the
Lightening bright sky
Beautiful