My soul is at peace in your absence.
No guilt over imagined inadequacies…
I’d grown so accustomed to it-
The weight of it-
That this freedom leaves me feeling guilty.
Guilty for being glad that I’m away
When I know my absence hurts you…
If we could love each other and not hurt each other
Perhaps it would be different.
But we can’t.
Each encounter leaves me retreating a little deeper
Into a shell that no longer fits.
So I keep my distance.
Love you, from a distance.
I always found it interesting,
How we got along better