Automatic movements save us everyday, from the time we get ready to face a new day to when we shut down before sleep. Rarely do we give any thought to brushing our teeth, making a cup of coffee, driving the car or using the elevator. A multitude of daily practices we take for granted, because we can. Then, there are the accepted gifts of time and effort other people give us – from the receptionist, the phone operator, the office cleaner, the nurse, our parents - a brief interaction which meant nothing to us and more to someone else.
You used to come to my door to pick me up.
We would dress up for each other.
I loved the way you held my hand in public because you were proud of us.
The meals I made were suffused with love, they were my gifts to you. Eat well of my love.
The home I created was to comfort you. Rest well, my love.
We reminded each other to have a care, because they were phrases of endearment. Carry a little of our bliss in those actions when I can't be with you.
We built this life together, we were strong against the world.
Every little item you leave at my place I cherish. It is a display of you entrenched in my life. Every little thing I leave at your place is a foothold of my surety in your life. One day, we will have a home together where my things and yours won't be separated and we don't have to ask permission to share.
Our friends see us a couple. One is always asked about the other. Where do I end and you begin?
My life is full, beautiful and comfortable because I have you.
Today, you took it all from me.
You made love to her. How many times did you touch her and forget me?
Go away. Our life has ended.