My soul is at peace in your absence.

No arguments,

No complaints,

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

When separated.

Complicated

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