stasis
To begin, to stray from stasis. There are spiderwebs forming in the places you no longer visit, a new home for someone else. Sometimes I think about a love that no longer holds me. That place we built in the spaces between us, lovers, has grown thick with cobwebs, settled like a fog and distorts the view. I don't mourn the change, I am grateful to have known a place so beautiful, and I am grateful that I have been able to explore new landscapes. Sometimes she comes back to me, she tells me about the dreams we once held together. I'm sorry, love, I think we should let the spiders have it, it is a good place for them. Please, I ask her, please, will you dream of something new, something new with someone new? We had built a place, it was expansive and demanding to maintain. There were rivers and mountains and deserts and lakes. We had tears and laughter, secrets and truths. It was full. I don't want to place blame, I want her to know that i...