I am strangely comfortable
with our relationship
as it currently exists.
Of course, I want to be with you
and I don’t like being
apart. But I am coming to accept our
separation and I’m getting
used to it.
~ Sam, February 9, 1990
Swallow these words again and again until their song becomes your own once more.
Though your throat will close instinctively with your early winter attempts as you brace against this icy stiletto wind, with time and the regular ache of practice, you will accept this unsavory remedy with a shudder you can bear, eventually gulping down the tonic before you truly notice.
And in the unsweatered serenity
of a deep spring morning, when the sway of the front door no longer distinguishes
between chilly and warm, the shape of your heart will finally match the
silhouette of these words, and the melodious refrain will whistle through
it unhindered—for at last, you will be undivided.