on the block · 22/03/2009 01:55 pm by Bron
In the kitchen I see the chopping board. I say “no.” There is something still slightly unsettling that I’m happy for it to be anyone else but him. He wants me to understand. And I know, I do. But knowing doesn’t make it easy. And he’s worried about me, doesn’t want to see me upset. Though it’s too late, I blink away tears and say it’s all ok.
A couple of days later he calls and asks after me. I shrug it off- what else is there to do. His voice is tired and I remember that. The feeling floods back.
That time warp. The weight of realising you can only stretch yourself so far. And so wondering if you stretched yourself wisely, or in the right direction.
I’m a little disappointed I let my night end that soon. And that I drank too much to leave my own issues out of it.
[March 09]
