The Basil is Growing June 27
Today I was so angry at you
for so many reasons.
Angry at the way you think of yourself,
even though you never hesitated
to call me selfish.
Angry that you left me,
and I’m still taking care of so many things.
Angry at myself,
angry at you,
angry at the fate that came for us.
Then, I walked outside.
It had just rained,
and I noticed that my basil was finally growing.
I smiled, put my fingers on a leaf,
rubbed it gently between them,
then brought them to my nose to smell it,
just like you showed me when we first met.
Someday June 30
These past few weeks have been unsettling,
the reverse of settling down.
Time to unravel from you,
from us.
Time to face all the ways I’m still tied to you,
even though I know it’s time to stop.
I don’t want to be married.
I don’t even want to be together,
and yet the thought of your life moving forward without me
still breaks my heart.
How can it be
that you won’t be part of my life anymore?
How can that be?
I know it’s for the best,
but it still hurts,
still echoes through my body
like the severing of a limb,
it still doesn’t feel right,
and it probably never will.
But I’m okay, and you are too.
Someday, we will be better than okay.
Someday, we will be happier with someone else.
Happy for each other.
I hope we can look back and say this was the right thing to do.
I don’t know what will happen.
But that’s what I wish for.
That's what I hope.