I think about the way time passes, and how I’ll eventually forget the sound of your voice, the way a smile, so small, perched just between your nose and chin, the echo of your laugh between the walls of that now empty house.
Murphy’s Law states that if it can go wrong, it will, and I fought so hard against that for so long, and it became time that I learned from my mistakes, because I let too many slide, too many chances I gave for you to change.
If you hurt once, you will hurt again—almost patternistic in your approach, gaunt stagger even, through life.
My father told me to only look for good things, good people, and I am terribly sorry you were not one of them.
I said I wouldn’t write about you, but I lied. Try as I might, some knots can not be untied, some cords lay unsevered, small enough to tuck inside some capillary, too hard to find.
And believe you me, the love is by and far gone, and the pain is more of an itch that pulls words right off my tongue like some playful dementor in training—but there is a soreness found through disappointment, the turned-tables, the death per se of a very close friend.
I do not miss the you that you are, because that is not the you that you were to me, and I am sorry that your journey for your own sunshine burned away every bridge you crossed on your path,
But it made finding my own so much easier, less of a haunted chase through scorched earth back to you, and more of a field of flowers, petals made of soft hands of friends that guided me towards a better me.
I know you have tried to reach out, perhaps out of the kindness you may have, or perhaps out of some pity for yourself, guilt most likely, in the how and why,
But I have poured cement into the old foundation to build something new; what room was there before has been covered in solid ground.
You are not welcome in these new walls, the paint is too fresh and the color is just setting in—you will not step foot in my house again.
I am still learning what it means to build grand spaces with such small hands, but I will do it best for myself because I can.
I do not wish you harm or suffering, but perhaps justice through your own emotions will suffice.
I am perfectly content with my new lot in life.
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JK