Saturday, April 28, 2007

Old Friend(s)

You taught me that a kiss could suffice (as in, exhilarate, fulfill, transport).

You taught me that getting to know someone could be something besides drills and razors, and that there is joy besides in keeping the various windows to the soul clean and unobstructed.

Through you I came to know that we do not choose whom we love, and that love, as a truth, is independent in its sphere. It may not coexist easily with other truths. But it should take precedence.

That needing someone is unforgivably awful and unfair.

That love existed means that love exists.

That close doesn't always mean proximate.

And as we stood in the doorways to unnameable places, (untouched by morning and untouched by noon), unseen even by God, I learned that someday the blood in our veins will be replaced by light.

And how badly, how monumentally I could screw something up.

And how I could bear anything, having born atmospheres of anguish because it was all I had left of you, and being slashed to ribbons by the thought of you was better than not thinking of you.

And how people cannot force themselves into another's story--even if every plot point indicates they belong there.

You taught me decorum.

Then you said, "Screw decorum." And it might have been the most important lesson. If only I'd learned it.


Blogger sydney said...

Geez, Scott. I'm only a phone call away. You don't have to be so dramatic about it.

8:45 AM  

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