Missed something
In between the here and now
You aren't the same anymore
or,
Maybe, I'm different
or,
Both.
What I do know is that I wasn't scared to climb onto the slanted roof
To watch the sky change colours and share ghost stories with our friend.
I haven't said fuck you to my own fears for a long time,
Since I was a kid jumping over ravines and swimming in murky lakes.
I'll always miss you and love you but
I mean the you I knew, the memory of you, not the here and now because
I've learned to love myself and life, again and
Frankly, I am no longer in love with you.
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This is one of your most beautiful entries. "I mean the you I knew, the memory of you, not the here and now"
ReplyDeleteVery true, and a hard concept to learn.
Thank you Ellen:) It's a chip in my shoulder that I am slowly acknowledging.
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