A Companion to Unmaking

This is a prosaic companion post to “Unmaking“.

That post was about learning to not love somebody I chose to adore for years, and how surprisingly easy it was, once decided.

This is about recovery actions and acknowledging some of the sadness. Continue reading “A Companion to Unmaking”

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Monday Evening Company

Hi, what are you up to? I text Tom on a Monday.  Working late, he responds, as he does sometimes.

Another friend who occasionally claims to enjoy my company said he’d be in town Monday evening.  Hi,  wanna meet for a drink after my assisting gig?  I text him.  Sorry, no, he replies, I’ll be too far still.

And so I stop by a store, have a snack alone, go home alone, go to bed alone.  Except I am not.  Continue reading “Monday Evening Company”

Mondays

There may be a day some time in the future when I no longer care about you.   The familiar feeling of your embrace would be like a memory of a good book I’ve read, or a movie I’ve seen.  Like a memory of my hand in David’s in the Azalea Garden, in June of 2007.  So what if I remember the month and year, I am good with calendars, that’s all.  It might have been May, too.  When do the azaleas bloom?  It was a Tuesday.

About you, I’ll remember there were Mondays. Continue reading “Mondays”