A Circumstance

I’d be better off a stranger than the person who sleeps in your bed and better off – off’d than someone who loved you like I did. You say it’s just how you are, and I guess I don’t understand. You knew how to show me love just long enough to get me where I am. And now it’s funny how you say you can’t be what I need, while I watch you be just that for anyone else but me. It leaves me numb, except for all the hurt – to finally come to terms with my true worth. So I’ve given all these years, and it’s come down to this – I was a convenience at the time and now – just an inconvenient circumstance.

What did it take?

Was it just an innocent smile that replaced years of laughter or an accidental touch that diminished our intimacy to this now forced response? Was it the freedom or just the way she “gets” you that reduced me to a passerby in our hallways?

Was it the thrill, the secrecy, the mystery?

Exactly what did it take to delete all the years I gave you – the love, the loyalty, my soul? Just what did it take to destroy us?

Cannon Beach

Leaving was more than I could bear, and coming back offered no resolve. This place, me, the salt water on my skin – how could I have gone when so much of me got stuck here, and so much of this place clung to my hopes, my promises and now my regrets?

A young couple, full of flirtatious spirit, catches my eye, so I watch them before I go (again). In this moment I can’t help but beg of life’s great interventions – Why did you take me from this place and this place from me?

I suppose we all have them – journeys and destinations we can’t shake. But we blink, and we kind of forget, because the forgetting helps us cope when the remembering hurts too much.