Words are exchanged
Each is trying to explain
Each to say a goodbye
Each wants to do it in a way
That eases pain
Self and other
In that conversation
Is the last word
One parting jab
That needs to be inflicted
To absolve the "self"
And indict the other
To say
"You were wrong"
"This is what it really is"
There will always be two subjective versions of that reality
Truth will be a constant
But there will be different realities
For both
I received the last words
Last night
I had my moment of awakening
And it was huge
The wound is where
The light enters
I was wounded by those last words
It is strange
How the words
"I love you"
Uttered in parting
Can inflict a wound
But they did
I am glad they did
I said them once
To another as my parting words
I must have wounded him
We must each do what we do
To keep our egos fed
I fed mine with those words
And high and mighty in my head
I thought I took the high road
Alas-
The only road I took was the lies
I fed to myself
It is foolish to say a goodbye
And
An I love you...
If you love
Don't say goodbye
If it is goodbye
Don't leave your heart behind
I am grateful for that understanding
Today-
I am grateful for the wound
These last words have inflicted
On me
The wound is where the light enters...
My wound will keep
My heart
Wide open
And a heart that is open
Will always love
Love will always find
An open heart
Real love lasts
Love
From an open heart
Given
And received
By an open heart
Lasts...
And so I smile
That one is yet to come
So let this be goodbye
It takes two open hearts
To dance
The tango of love
That one is yet to come
I surrender to the situation
And will let it change me
So that what is mine
May find its way
To me
And I
To it-
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