Tuesday, July 29, 2014


The worst part of letting go is knowing all of the tiny details you will be leaving behind.   The knowing looks. The inside jokes. The petty squabbles that turned into hug sessions. The easy hours that stretched across into days.  The knowledge of a curl at the base of their skull and how they sort of flick their feet in sleep.  And how you can induce a sleeping spooning session with just a bit of body pressure in the right places and then settle into comfort and safety.

But when someone changes, fully disengages, it's as though you are alone, the last one standing in the room after even the main character has left.


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