It’s to that point.
Where midst new pain, I forget the old perhaps. Slowly your face along with the memories become clouded, milky mirages I will store away in some file cabinet in the back of my skull. I’m finally to this bridge, that creaks a bittersweet creak with each step.
With each day that you become less and less to me, I am happy for myself as I am sad. I’ve held on to these ropes for so long, with a force that cracked my knuckles, and rubbed my palms raw, bloody, and senseless. And to give up now feels like a colossal defeat. But hasn’t letting go been my whole goal this past semester? Isn’t this what I wanted? These doubts unearth themselves. These thought I tried to push so far back into my head tangle like course snakes around my brain…
But just as quickly as they arrive, they disappear. Like fireworks. And I cross the bridge, remember you and forgetting you with each new step.
