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Stasis

 

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.

Friends heal.

I do not.

Something is broken forever in me I think.

 

5 Responses to Stasis

  1. Hugs–a very quiet long hug.

  2. Max

    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.

  3. It’s not broken; it’s open.

  4. 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.

  5. Max

    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.

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