I did not attend (guess, i never will) our grade school reunion, because, even if they did not know what happened between us 7 years ago, everything else there will remind me of you, your playground, my thoughtlessness, this wreckage. So even if you don’t care, I am saying this, all these years, I have been striving to painstakingly put the pieces together, they don’t look as good as you found them, but I am stitching 'em well, and I won’t let anything ruin my quilt again. Even if it was just your memory.
I like to remember things my own way. how i remembered them, not necessarily the way they happened. I wanted a perfect ending. Now I've learned, the hard way, that some poems don't rhyme, and some stories don't have a clear beginning, middle, and end. Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what's going to happen next. My DeLicioUs ambiguity.
... my other garden ;)
About Me
- Irma
- I'm not a graceful person. I'm not a Sunday morning or a Friday sunset. I am a Tuesday 2AM, I am gunshots muffled by a few city blocks, I am a broken window during February. My bones crack on a nightly basis. I fall from elegance with a dull thud, and I apologize for my awkward sadness. I sometimes believe that I don't belong around people, that I belong to all the leap days that didn't happen. The way light and darkness mix under my skin has become a storm. You don't see the lightning, but you hear the echoes.
Hey this is Misty! Are you still around? I googled my old site just for shits and giggles and in the images appeared a screenshot of when I welcomed you to my group "Star Families And Twin Souls Unite" which led me to your blog. I am humbled that my group made at least an impact enough for you to post the pic and mention me by name. Your poems are amazing! I hope to hear back from you soon!
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