You were my sun.
I would tell you my story,
But you helped write it.
I would tell you about the hole in my heart,
But you put it there.
And you're not here anymore to fix me.
I've come to understand
The only part you should know
Is everything that went missing.
Everything that went missing in the days you were gone.
The missing things you took with you.
Things I am still trying to find.
From my eyes, you and how you exist
are illustrated simply in three words.
Three words and two sentences.
With power to take root and dig deep into my heart.
I love you.
I miss you.
I miss you the imperfect way I have to with the ruined heart I’m left with.
I miss you in a way that makes me realize that words are of no use to me.
It’s a mess in here, me and my feelings and my thoughts.
My mind, at its best, is intricate and tangled.
You saw it as beautiful.
And it's creative, coming up with games and letters and sounds.
Yet, being the victim of its abstract patterns,
I often disagree.
I’m going to start over.
The only thing I’ll take with me is my memories and my messy, messy mind.
Maybe this time around
I can understand it.
I can organize.
10 days left in the year.
I plan on walking through all of them.
Straight into the New Year.
I created a world.
It’s my world.
“The world doesn’t revolve around you,”
the inadmissible character flow of the selfish, self-centered person.
A metaphor that is entirely wrong.
Billions of people share the earth,
Each one with their own world.
One that they created for themselves.
Limited to using their knowledge and their interactions as building material,
They are the main character.
They are the center.
Everyone and everything surrounding them were only assigned a role after interacting with them.
Everything in it revolves around them, or whatever object of gravity pulled it into orbit.
What gave meaning and purpose.
The world, at least from their perspective, does revolve around them.
It doesn’t mean they are selfish.
It is just how it works.
But when I built you into my world,
I made you the sun.
I think words have the capacity to fix anything.
If the letters are in the right order, and the words are sewn in neat stitches,
Something amazing can be made.
It's my favorite thing about life.
It was yours too.
And when you said your last sentence to me
I finally realized what both of us were losing.
You would never make beautiful, amazing sentences again.
I would never again reach through my ear to hold onto your words,
I would never see your slanted writing on sticky notes pressed to the mirror.
Words can’t fix everything when they are taken away.
I have to work harder at remembering who I am without you.
The piece of my heart you took with you
That was the piece in the middle.
That piece stopped everything from collapsing.
In the world I made,
I didn’t prepare for what would happen if I lost you.
I think if I was in a book, the author must have taken inspiration from globe
to spin my world the way they did.
7 days left in the year.
7 days to make my world stand still again.
Is the fact of being without companions.
And it seems in contradiction, to be my most dependable companion.
You and your company filled up my heart.
A feeling of happiness and love that started in the middle and spread outward.
You were what I needed to make the lonely days sing
You looked in my eyes and never forgot me.
You showed me I'm worth remembering
You were important to me and I was important to you.
You became my sun.
I miss you with all of the heart I’m left with.
I would give the rest of it to you,
But I need it still.
They’ll see me
My neat and organized thoughts
My structured sentences.
My composed smile when they ask about you and how I’m doing.
But they won’t see
The ugly, blinding tears
And the days I didn’t care if I was dull and limp.
They won’t see how I dragged myself through days of thinking and remembering and writing
Just so I could start over
Start the new year prepared to live again.
How I prepared for the promises I’ll make.
The promises I’ll keep.
The times I'll use words to speak.
And the days I’ll be okay.
To a small, anxious heart
You were such a blessing.
You made it beat faster
And grow larger.
Then you left
And the heart stayed the same size
But it beats slower
And it's trying hard to keep up with all the work a large heart requires
It’s working hard and beating slow
But it’s still going
And it will keep going until it gets stronger.
So it doesn’t need to beat faster
It just needs to be strong.
You knew so much about me
You knew so many impossible things.
I didn’t teach you
You just seemed to know.
But you learned everything about me
From learning my name
From watching me
From listening to me
You chose to know me
Other people can to.
Maybe I don’t have to teach them.
Maybe I just need to let them learn who I am.
A writers job
Is to make sentences.
Sentences that come from the words in their mind.
To create them and stack them like blocks.
Is to let myself out into the world
And collect everything I find
And use it
To rebuild my own.
To build rooms for new people and windows for those I lose.
I counted the stars tonight
And saw you among them.
Tomorrow is the last day of the year.
You were my sun.
Now you can be my stars.