Separate Lives

My mind is turning to a place where relationships are built and others torn down.  I think about people that I have walked with and I thought of such a person who I gave everything I had to.  Every gate was open and every door unlocked.  Every secret of my being splat for this person to see with the hope that, in anger, no one would ever know.  I met this person for the first time in a long time and I found that my conversation was guarded.  I did not want to say everything.  I  did not want to talk about me and the past for those are things that I don't talk about anymore.  I built that wall that never existed between us, but I did not feel comfortable without it.  Even the tone of my voice cried,"I need some space".  The tone in return was one of a place no longer held.  That place has been void for years and if it is filled, it is no longer filled by that person.  What to do when boundaries that were once blurred become clear as crystal in a cabinet.  It is the acknowledgement that a lot of water has passed under the bridge, so much so that the world we met in is no longer the world we live in.  Everything has changed and we only exist together in memory.  The conversation was general like I was talking to a stranger on the bus.  In this, I learn, that moving on is exactly that.  No one has the right to question where I am, if you no longer are in the position to question where I am.  My gentle prodding was just to make sure everyone knew what position they were in.  When we parted, I knew that the world was definitely in different systems and that this person would return to their world and I to mine.  We would go on living but......................................separate lives.


Separate Lives
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