Say You Love Me

As the days wind up, I can feel the small roots fade away, being swallowed deep into the earth without any mark left to illustrate an existence. Everything untouched and every glass unshattered and brand new. It’s simpler to imagine things this way, with no voids being left to fill and no big deal about the absence to come. I whisper to myself, “Don’t talk about the leaving, don’t talk about the memories, don’t ask the questions.” I think hard to remember anything I’ve forgotten and make sure I untangle every cord. Carefully and quietly detach every string. I always try to make it easy, the hardest parts for me and them. I try to believe it doesn’t bother me, laugh at their concern, ignore their lack of concern. I think about the future and I imagine that a trail of mystery will be the lasting part of me in this place. Poof. Maybe I’ll read these words and wonder about myself one day, wonder about who I was, long after I’ve become something more. Still me, but unrecognizable to the old, familiar faces.