Never thought I'd be one of those that didn't post for over a year
Never thought I wouldn't realize it had been that long when I crawled back
Never thought lots of things that seem to be
Oh, I still think about writing
Can't quite find the reality I'm willing to be in when I do so
I still hold dear those I met here, many touch me every day
Never thought I'd be lucky enough to hold on to them
Let's call this what it is and gracefully, or not so, close up shop
I wrote and found me
I found others too
I left him
And though I kept some
The other he
Left me
Monday will be 9 years since I found the courage to meet other he
Which led to a million other choices I
Never thought
I'd make
They say if you love something set it free.....don't they?
And
What do they say is important?
How you loved
How gently you lived
And how gracefully you let go of the things not meant for you.....
Is it garish or inappropriate to leave using so many words belonging to other people?
I dunno...almost feels the right way
After so many millions of mine
And this is the way the world ends, not with a bang but a whimper.
-ts Elliot
