Thursday, January 16, 2014

a line to keep us safe

And so the reconfiguring begins, of defining boundaries, of drawing lines, even though I wake up and the large empty house is creaking and shuddering and I wish that I did not live alone and miss the presence.

How does one talk of such things, when there is still so much ambiguity, when we are both afraid of having the conversations that might break the spell. When your actions speak louder than the words you don't say, and I don't know how to respond to such gestures of kindness in a way that is completely graceful because I've been independent for so long, when I begin to second guess everything because it's beautiful and seems so easy to lsoe.

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