i
AM CONFIDENT I AM over you. So much
that some mornings I wake up with a smile on my face and my
hands pressed together thanking the universe for pulling
you out of me. Thank God, I cry. Thank God you left. I
would not be the empire I am today if you had stayed. But
then... There are some nights I imagine what I might do if
you showed up. How if you walked into the room this very
second every awful thing you've ever done would be
tossed out the closest window and all the love would rise
up again. It would pour through my eyes as if it never
really left in the first place. As if it's been
practicing how to stay silent so long only so it could be
this loud on your arrival. Can someone explain that? How
even when the love leaves, it doesn't leave. How even
when I am so past you, I am so helplessly brought back to
you.