Your gateway to endless inspiration
When I asked if this was what you wanted,
you wouldn’t give an answer. The cancer
of uncertainty gnaws at my muddled
mind as I look back and wonder if all
this time was just a game when I saw you
in goodnights and birthdays and holidays
and futures. What sutures do you use to
close the wounds of unanswered thoughts? Perhaps
the good is lost in the bitter flavor.
When I asked if this was what you wanted,
you responded with anger. A stranger
emerged, unwilling to talk, to give a
glimpse of what was beyond the steely stare.
I’d praise you for your perseverance, your
unwavering commitment to this last
decision, if only I could know my
words would even be heard. No pity in
your words, to make letting go easier.
When I asked if this was what you wanted,
there was sadness in your tone, screaming through
the words that reluctantly emerged. I
could feel that you felt the pain that you dealt,
even as you said it didn’t matter.
Your subtle silences spoke volumes. This
was special. We were special. But that can’t
matter when you know that special can not
overcome unconcluded history.
When I asked if this was what you wanted,
you wouldn’t give an answer, because the
answer is clear: what we must do is not
always what we want.