It’s a funny thing, to watch people and things, events, fade into the past. In everything that has happened, everything turned out better than expected. The most integral part of being human is forgiveness. Where would I be if I hadn’t forgiven you? Certainly not here.
And in all, what was there to be angry about, really? You helped shape my understanding of respect, love, forgiveness, acceptance, and moving forward, moving on. And where are we now? Well, you’re still here…there… but not like you were before. Somewhere along the line, I put you behind me and I have grown forth from it. Not so long from now, I will be gone. I will be someplace new, living the dream I’ve had for myself since it all began. In everything, you couldn’t change that. You now join the unfaithful, the naysayers, the selfish, the users, the inflictors, the roadblocks, the careless, the misunderstanding that I have left behind already. And though you try to recapture what you wanted to believe was there and never was, I am obstinate.
You are static on the wire. I hear pieces of you coming through but I am not hearing everything. The parts that I’m making out paint you in a bad light. Your accented features are not the best part of you. I don’t care what the best part of you is anymore. It doesn’t matter because you took advantage of the best parts of me. Maybe you’ve changed. Maybe you’re the same. Maybe I don’t want to bother to find out. My signal is loud and clear to me.
I hear your voice in fragments calling. Static on the wire if you’re still gone. You’re still gone.
