Unsent #1

It was a slow

love

A yearning that grew

through the years

 

A slow falling

of emotions

An entanglement of

vines

of roots

of soft splittered

glass debris

washed up to the shore

and polished

to be as one

as the sea

 

It was the slow

and steady

breathing of the universe

 

It was the silence

and unexpected reunion

and falling,

all over again –

 

It was

you

and

me

in a

cliche

 

It was

you

and

me

fighting

making up

fighting

questioning

not sleeping

talking

holding hands

breathing

 

It was you

holding back

not trusting

it was me

doing the same

 

Rinse repeat

 

It was me

letting go

It was you agreeing

 

It was us

missing each other

 

It was me

and a current decision.

 

(e.j., 2014)

 

 

 

 

Breathe.

Blink. And blink again.

It’s already April; it scares me how time and pass by so quickly. There are so many things to do, but so little time. I’m married to my job; I say I don’t mind. Not for now anyway, when I have all this energy to burn.

Do you believe in signs? Like how the start of the year is an indication of how the rest of 2014 will pan out to be? I don’t want to, I really don’t. One tries to ignore the downsides, when there are positive moments to celebrate, but we can’t really ignore what has happened, can we?

Last month was heart-wrenching.

Again, it reminds me of mama’s passing. Again, I emailed mum about death. She’s always said I have to accept my sorrow. But honestly it’s easier to ignore it for now. Keep it locked and shelved somewhere at the back of my mind (heart), to avoid an avalanche of tears.

I’ve also decided that I need to re-work my priorities. The relationship with myself, and with other people. How I need to treat them, and who I need to let go.

Time is precious.

How do you do it?