I have had great losses. Of love. Of men. Of dogs. Of life.
I have friends who have had great losses. Of love. Of men. Of dogs. Of life.
I have watched them move on. New love. New men. New dogs. New life.
I have not.
I do not.
Something is broken forever in me I think.
5 Responses to Stasis
Hugs–a very quiet long hug.
Aw thanks. It is okay. I was just looking at a picture of a friend’s the other day and thinking, She has really healed. She is all back. And being glad for her. And then I thought, I really haven’t. It is a stark contrast, realizing that. That other people have moved on, have somehow been fixed by time and distance from injury. And that I stand still the way I do. But it is what it is.
It’s not broken; it’s open.
Most of the time I feel like I’m standing on a curb watching the world rush by. And then the kid in me who didn’t take s*&! from anyone never fails to scream at the right time:
Yeah, Well Bon Voyage you Bastards.
You crack me up. A friend, driving, used to watch cars pass by too fast and say, Speed on Brother, Hell ain’t half full.