The Breakup.

If it is as they say (They Say)
That everything that happens to us,
Happens first in our minds
Then I am sorry
(not sorry and not sorry I'm not sorry at all actually)
to say that you must go.

Get Out.

I know I'm not the first person,
or the hundredth, or the billionth lucky customer
to experience pain
Really,
no one gets off the ride without paying
this price of experience, the stamp of life
that says
I Have A Body.

But, there are limits and you,
You have fallen over the edge of my limits.
That moment of sharp edgery
when you wake up and know that you have the strength to be done
Even if you weren't really asleep before, just dreaming.

There was that one day, when pain knocked
and said he couldn't stay, just passing through
but could you spare some time some thought a glass of water some pills that grey hair there.
for him please.
Then he will be going.
Really. Can he have a seat?

Then you find you have stayed, and payed and talked and sat
and slowly lost track
and made excuses and been too tired and allowed yourself to wind inwards, smaller.
You forgot how to push back and said yes instead.
Yes, it's okay for this to hurt
always and forever and
Yes it's okay to move in, put your baggage right there
on my back. Perfect. No, it's not too heavy.
Yes it's okay to walk slowly
to forget the sunshine of of being happy
in your miracle house, the soft animal who you are.

and Yes. It's okay to be afraid of it hurting more, hurting worse
and Yes. It's okay to gyre slowly around your pain and call it life.

Until you wake up.
and break up with pain.

Here! Here is your baggage back, and your hat.
I will not forward your mail, or nod to you in the street.

c. April 06 2013