Separation of worlds mentally.
We are not under the same sun, and we do not look up and see the same moon. We are in two different worlds, separated by something stronger than distance, than miles. Stronger than any force or magnet or even fate. Traveling in two opposite directions, and my boat has its sails at full mast...swallowing the wind in its thick white linen canvas, carrying me along in my world.
And it seems as I look around I am not in a new place. Everything is familiar and known. I do not feel the presence of a great loss, as I am still where I was before. How peculiar that I am not grieving a loss. Just acceptance. I wonder if his world feels familiar or if he feels like a stranger in his own life?
It is strange. He never wanted to or attempted to...carve a place in my life. He was removed like a Band-Aid, easily, quickly and with a slight sting at the end. The slight blemish he had created was too small to create a problem for the functioning of the system.
This is not to say that he did not leave an impression. For sure, I will not forget - but I can stand on my own.
