Your goodbye

“Can I call?”

“Sure.”

I lie on the floor with the phone on my chest and the Bluetooth in my ear.

I feel the vibration, then hear the beeps.

“Hey.”

“Hey.”

“So…what’s up?”

“I’ve been thinking about it…

And  I can’t envision a scenario in which we could remain in each others’ lives.

You’re friends with my ex, and if you are on the periphery of my life,

What would stop you from saying to anyone I met,

‘Let me tell you about your new boyfriend.'”

And you’re right.Your ex and I are friends now—and yes, I would feel tempted to warn away

Anyone I saw  sucked into the orbit of “wonderful you.”

But even as a friend, I could never trust you now.I’d always be waiting for the other shoe to drop,

For you to say I blew up your chance at happiness…

After telling me I was your ticket to paradise.

If I lost you

If I lost you, I would lose the person who saved my life. The person who—in spite of receiving what can most generously be described as a shock— immediately shook off her own hurt to take care of me. Who gave me information I never would have had. Who was in constant contact to make sure I was ok. Who put herself back in the line of fire on the slight chance it could help me come to terms.

But eventually my drama wore you down, too reminiscent of your own, I know—I’m sorry. If we could build a friendship on just us, I would treasure it forever. If we can’t get there, I’ll understand, and I’ll treasure forever your kindness to a stranger during a dark dark time.

And although eventually I will forget him…I will never forget you.

Second place

When you said you never loved anyone

As much as you loved her —

Why did I pursue?

Why did I think I could

Make you love me more

By being kind or calm or patient

Or whatever else you saw in me that moved you?

And then, when you didn’t,

Why was I content with second place?

Did knowing you loved someone more

Give me some secret thrill,

Keep me guessing, keep it fresh?

Clearly there is a place for second place

That I have yet to understand.

Heart worm

You said: “You’re in my heart.”

And I said: “Like a heart worm?”

And you said: “Yes. And if you let me  in I’ll be your heart worm too. I’ll settle deep into your heart until I’m a part of it and I will take care of it.”

And so I did …

And you didn’t.

Conversations

Good night, love. I wish I could stay.
[Hey,where are you? Can I meet you somewhere?]
I’d do anything to get you back.
[I think we’re finally out of each others’ lives for good.]
I’m no longer looking backward at my unhappy past, but forward to our future.
[I had to end it; we had no future]
I sent a brass band to your house, to beg you not to leave.
[Want to meet for coffee?]

What you broke

My heart, my trust—that goes without saying…

But here’s what else:

My sensibility, that I know a good guy from a bad guy.

My memories, tainted now with the knowledge of your deception.

My front seat at the newspaper wars, because I can no longer bear to read your paper.

My love affair with my city, because I can’t go anywhere without missing you.

My reality, because I don’t know what of the past year was a lie and what was the truth—and if what I lived was mostly a lie, did it ever even happen?

Your half of our promise that no matter what, we would stay in each others’ lives.

You say you hate me now–spit taunts that drop me to my knees.

I will never hate you.

But what you broke more than anything was my love.