From Here to There

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This is the part that I understand —

the first fall down the rabbit hole
of your irresistible brown eyes

the interlocking of wandering fingers
palm against sweaty palm

tender lips finding their way cautiously
to that slowly parting smile.

This is the part that I understand —

the inevitable dissolution of me
in favor of the much anticipated we

the slow collection of your worries,
your hopes, and your dreams

my accumulation of your hurt,
your contempt, and your wicked anger.

This is the part that I understand —

pushing my feelings aside
to make room for yours

the protesting rattle of my angry heart
begging for release from its cage

as I wait in patient silence 
to absolve your next attack.

This is the part that I do not understand —

the moment when enough 
finally becomes enough

when it’s no longer about ‘letting go’ 
but about what’s left behind

when the absence of your body
becomes the new normal.

This is the part that I do not understand —

how to calm my worried heart
and return it back to its home

the inevitable dissolution of we
and the reinstatement of me

a place to rest my heavy head
when your warm chest is no longer home.

This is the part that I do not understand —

the moment when my efforts to appease you
become the brute of your resistance

the quiet hours filled with empty thoughts
aggressively competing for my attention

climbing into a cold and empty bed
as your ghost finally begins to disappear.

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