Monthly Archives: February 2017
I don’t remember the first time I met her. Perhaps when things are really important, we don’t remember first moments. Or, more likely, I just met her before I was old enough to form these kind of intentional memories, before I was capable of reaching back in time and freezing an image into significance, naming it a beginning.
People talk a lot about whether men and women can be friends, as though the difficulty of friendship stopped there, as though the same question shouldn’t be asked about all friendship- can two women be friends, can two people be friends?….Is there any love possible in which one person doesn’t want something from the other that isn’t quite the same thing that the other person wants from them?
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As life runs on, the road grows strange
With faces new, and near the end
The milestones into headstones change,
’Neath every one a friend.
-James Russell Lowell
To hurt each other was all we knew
The only way we could love
We couldn’t stop
We couldn’t think
Until there was no ‘us’ to hurt.
Till we could only feel pain
at each other’s sight
Till we became numb to everything
but insults and fight
It leaves me wondering
if ‘too much love’ is really ‘love’
Is this what happens
when we give each other everything
and there’s nothing left for ourselves?
I felt the end is drawing near,
would time be so kind to slow?
You are everything
to me, my dear-
you are all I really know.
But as I sit and wait and fear
and watch the hours go-
Everything that happened here,
happened long ago.
I have nothing to talk to you,
I have hundred things that make me cry at this moment.
There are moments in my life that fill me with joy,
that makes my life seem worth living,
that you do not know of .
But I have nothing to say to you.
You are still my friend,
but I feel we exist in different world.
My world consists of only me.
And your world has no place
for the silence that I speak in.
But I can’t tell you that.
I don’t want to lose you.
You may not know me now.
I may not know you too.
We are holding he hands of our past selves.
But you know it already,
But love me still, like I love you.