We have less than a week left together and already, I don’t know what I will do when you aren’t here. I’ve gone from tolerating you, to hating, to… what? Missing you, before the moment comes? You know how matchbook poets glibly tell us that we ought to cherish the days we have with someone, because no one knows how many days those are?
Yeah, well I know how many days I have left with you.
It’s too many. It’s also not enough.
I don’t think my heart is strong enough for this, because it breaks so easily, that I built a wall made of flesh and Teflon and razor wire, just to keep you out, and these feelings in. And I was the idiot who also built a gate to let you back inside. So what am I supposed to do when you use that gate to leave me, one more time? I guess I could make a bomb with whatever resources I have left, and will run out, when December comes. But that would ruin everything you and I have built in such a short time, that we could have never made without each other.
Fucking God, I’m gonna miss you.
And yeah, I could tell myself that you’ll be back again; that you always come back. Except I know that even if you would return to me, I also know that I might not be here waiting. Because the last time we were here, I wrote a story about how we are all living on borrowed time, and there are never any guarantees. Not now, not ever. A story I couldn’t finish, then. So for the time that we have left, I will live with you so hard. See you, appreciate you, breathe you in. And maybe just sit silent in your presence, waiting for the end.
Is this how we know that we love?
Have you come to the understanding that NanoPoblano 2022 is almost over? How are you dealing with it? Here’s your chance. I’d really like to know.
Talk to you tomorrow.