I decide to text you
I scroll through my contacts
I can’t find your name
I learn you’re gone all over again
Anger
I really wanted you to know
What I’m going though
I’m mad I can’t tell you
Sadness
I hear a Father John Misty song
You loved them before you died
Of suicide
Grief
I feel normal sometimes
And then
My chest hurts
I can’t focus
I sleep during the day
Exhaustion
This isn’t about me judging your choice
This isn't about me telling you what to do
Now that you’re gone it’s about me
Picking up the pieces of a life without you
I miss your teeth through your grin
And the accentsj you do with no clear country of origin
The stories of drinking your own contact lenses
Long drives through the mountains
A yoga pose of the day on your calendar
Writing one thing that happened every day
Rituals
Remember when we lived together?
One year on Washington street
Hula hoops as our only wall adornments
Going to yoga teacher training
Which you convinced me to do
Back then there were signs
You couldn’t remember to buy your own fruits
You ate my mango and I got mad at you
I just thought you were immature
I didn’t know you didn’t want to live anymore
But you hadn’t decided to take your own life
Yet
You struggled inside for ten more years
It got clearer and clearer the longer you went on
That a part of your mind was gone
The part that helped you stay tethered
You lost your mind and couldn’t hide it
Your obsession with meditation
fantasies of overcoming your mental boogie man
By 4 am or you’d take all that Adavan
42 pills
On thanksgiving
you never answered your phone
I knew you wanted to be gone
You become irate that I got involved
I told your family you might be suicidal
They found you alive but very unwell
You were committed to an institution
I visited you there
After you missed my baby shower
Your mom and aunt came in your place
And gave my daughter a Corduroy Bear
I realize in retrospect
That in your opinion
I over stepped
the many times I tried to save you
My intervention was a showing of love
It wasn’t meant to make you feel thwarted or disempowered
But it made you feel defeated, enraged, betrayed
I see that your resolve stood against my attempts
To keep you alive
Selfishly
You may have thought
You never gave me a chance to understand
Why I should support your choice
Instead you asked me to leave you alone
“Our toxic relationship”
Which I was shocked to hear you call it
Made you want to be apart from me
Floored is an understatement
I never thought we would be living such divergent lives
The time you and I went to West Virginia with Rose and Erin
Me, Rose, and Erin were all pregnant with our first babies and
You were barely able to function
It was a weird feeling that trip
I felt sad for you
Not that you needed to be a mom
But that you knew you weren’t capable
That it wasn’t your path
That you weren’t a she
That you didn’t fit in your body
That you weren’t for this world
But
I wanted you to stay anyways
Still I constantly look for you in my phone
It’s been two months since you’re gone and
It’s been almost 2 and a half years since I’ve hugged you
And I never will again
You don’t know the trauma I’ve lived this past year
You couldn’t stay to listen or hear
It hurt you too much every time I shared
Which I why you asked to stop being friends
Then you left
I think of your mom every day
A mixture of heartache for her and wonder what if
What if she had just helped you heal
When you were young
I hear my judgement
I need to stop blaming
I don’t blame myself
I wish someone had protected you
I used to try to be that role
I remember joking I was grateful you were on my team
Because when you got drunk you could beat a bitch
And I didn’t want to be on the other side of the fight
You were on my side
And now you’re on the other side
The side I question exists
Do you have your consciousness
Without your body
Can you feel my love and pain?
Do you listen for me
When I cry in my room
And on walks every day
No matter how hard I try to relax
You don’t exist anymore
You don’t exist anymore
Acceptance is a bitch
But not one I thought I wanted on my side of the fight
Relinquishing
I surrender my fight
I give up resisting
I want to curl up
And be spread on warm toast
I want to be butter and honey
I want to be sweet and smooth
I feel so stop and go
I am not in the groove
I am not in the flow
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