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 it was my home and I was happy there.
I wouldn't have left, she knows, I tried to stay, to dream our future alone.
When she calls now, she sounds far away, like she's still looking into the fog.
If I'm honest, it hurts, to investigate, interrogate the past.
Let it go, it sounds like a whisper, let it go, I shout from a new mountain top.
She calls now, begging for a return, please. Do you not remember all we could once see, together?
I do, I remember, sometimes, but that is enough.
I beg her, silently, please, that fog will suffocate you.
Stray from stasis.
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