Friday, April 18, 2008

Dear Ex-Lover:

I still remember some things. I remember the golden hair on your arms, the way you held a fork, your ineptitude with hair product, your crappy taste in music, your cocky driving, your favourite spot at the zoo, the hoodie I bought for you but always stole for myself.

I remember some things very well, but it's the things that I don't remember that matter the most.

I forget what it was like to kiss you, really kiss you.

I forget what you sound like. I can't remember your voice.

I forget how listening to our song used to make me feel, how it was to dance in your arms.

I forget why I thought you were the one;

why we'd always be together;

why I loved




I'd meant to stay in love with you, together or apart. I had such good intentions. But life gets in the way. I've lived. I've lived so much without you that it takes my breath away. I kept going; life kept going. It swept me away. I've been swept away, and not by you. Not this time. Not anymore.

I'm forgetting you little by little.

It's sad in a way. Terrifying. Healing. Soothing. Empowering.

I'm saying goodbye.

I'm gone.


I guess you don't get to break my heart after all.


At 8:20 PM, Anonymous Steven W. Beattie said...

If you haven't heard it already, check out "On Grafton Street" by Nanci Griffith.

At 6:00 PM, Blogger Jay said...

I haven't heard it, but can't find it.

At 7:28 PM, Blogger kimber the wolfgrrrl said...

Nice. Familiar, in a frightening way. Empowering, in the best way possible. Made me think, has it been that long between my ex and me? Why, yes, it has... thank god.

At 8:59 AM, Anonymous Steven W. Beattie said...



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