Temporary.

How does one realize a person was temporary? When does your stomach stop aching from anxiety as you watch them disappear? I sit and stare at the door wishing I’d see it turn. But when it does, my heart stops knowing you’re going to to vanish once again.

I didn’t wait three years to say goodbye to the person that was my heart’s keeper. What do I do with it now? It’s left in my hand, pieces falling as I don’t know what to do. You were the protector and the guardian. Now you’re the invader.

 

I thought forever was a promise, but just like you it was temporary.

-Fire.

Seasonal.

That word cuts into my heart the same way those texts to other women did. How can someone be seasonal?

You weren’t seasonal when I carried your child for a short blessing. When I moved in with you. When you held me at my friends funeral. Or when I held you at your brother’s. You weren’t seasonal when I was planning a family with you or hinting at a proposal.

How can someone be seasonal? And why does it seem I always am for everyone in life?

-fire