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Who He Is
By A | May 3, 2008
- Who He Is
©2008 Adrienne Fritze
With each day that passes
You become as necessary to my being
As my breath
As the beating of my heart
You are the first thought when
I am triumphant
Or stricken
My instinct is to reach out to you
And tell you what is happening
Just happened
What I’m afraid or hope will happen.
From the beginning you seemed to be
A force
That hovered in that place we have no words
To describe
At once behind me, in me, surrounding me
Ever watchful
Just beyond my reach while intertwined in my own DNA
And what I know is that this
This experience I have with you
Is a requirement of this moment in my life
It is…
…A gift
…A curse
A gift where our lives intersect
A curse where they do not
Inside my skull I hear these cautionary words
Stop going deeper with this man,
Conserve your emotions,
Distance your heart while
Keeping your head in the game with him.
And more words follow
How do I do that?
How do I stop indulging emotionally in his company
Loving his quirks
Craving his gentleness and care with me
Enduring those bits of him that annoy
Yet still speak to me about
Who he is
What he has become
That mark the place he’s staked out in my [I thought] tightly capped inner world
The boundaries of which are simultaneously moving outward, and crumbling
Because of him
He is not for you
The booming knowing of that statement
He is not for you
Even though your heart is fooled into feeling that he
Just
Might
Be.
My head says that I must remain detached
While the rest of me sends tendrils out to you in the unprotected
Air
Who are you,
And what am I to learn?
Time,
I suppose,
Will
Tell
A.
Topics: Creative Works [visual, words, sound, video], Journey to Freedom |
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