I am liberating myself for you to be free.
– 100 Words on Love, by Shemshon Williams – We’ve passed each other several times exchanging pleasantries. As we sit in this room, you at your table me at mine, with nothing but space and opportunity separating us, I wonder what’s different about this moment. I looked away from the television for just a […]
Setting you free would be like losing a part of me.
Lately I feel like I loveyou-hateyou-loveyou-hateyou.
How I love my stupid little life.
We orbit together and find light from darkness.
Your body launched me back in time, to that first moment when you showed me my own eternity.
When Laura held her later, rocking and talking to her softly, I thought about how strange it was to have my whole world sitting in one chair.
The anger that I felt was the quiet kind.
It was the first time I could prove to myself that I am somehow worthy of such a wonderful gift.
Tell me again, how we men only want one thing? I want it all.
Two broken believers, at times barely believing.
“Okay. Let’s go,” is all she said.
Weekday mornings, I’d find them next to a bowl of dry cereal or buttered toast gone cold.
You have a strength I’ll never have, son.