it is

listen,

there is a song

i want you to hear

but you’ll need

to press your hand

here.

 

I understand that

it was never ideal.

that i am not

exactly

what you wanted.

 

but i have tried

(sometimes)

in vain

to hold your

sadness

in my space

 

where it can’t

reach you

 

this is

different.

 

this is the last

thing

i will give you

 

it is a slow hum

the first time

i noticed

sweat build

on your brow

transparent

triangles

sitting

in the crevices

in the creases

of poppy skin.

 

it is rounded

almonds

for lips

that laugh

too often

and say so

little

but keep

my neediness

at bay

 

it is my

body

but it is

not

because all bodies

decay

 

it is the way

i have loved

you

in short

and long

draws of breath

 

it is the time

in philadelphia

where i decided

you were my home

and the earth was

wrecked

but it was fine.

 

it was all fine.

 

as long as

you and i

were ok.

 

– sheila c

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15 thoughts on “it is

  1. It is a hard but important lesson to learn that we are not responsible to take someone else’s sadness into ourselves, though often we do it anyway out of love and compassion and wanting to help make things better. I am still learning it.

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