If I could have just faded into the background- it all would have been quiet.
But, of course, part of me wanted to be heard, seen. Though, I would’ve rather died than say as much.
Being invisible is quiet, and cold and hallowing, and almost like a hug.
When being noticed, being held, being recognized and seen, is, in a way, forgiving.
And new.
That’s how we felt- me and you.
Still, the cold is familiar, safe and constant.
But the seat became empty, and for the first time, I didn’t want to be alone.
” Don’t put your happiness in other people’s hands.
They’ll drop it.
They’ll drop it every time.” – C. Barzak
Thoughts from Forgotten Shoes 