And Now, It's Tuesday

You left me on a Sunday night. A week and two days later, I realized that for the first time in over two years, I broke a Sunday ritual of loneliness.

Every Sunday morning, for longer than I can remember, I have navigated my way over to PostSecret to share in the sadness and happiness of others. This morning, frightened by a fleeting moment of isolation, I made my way back there.

As I made the brief journey, I realized that never, in the past week or so, had it occurred to me to seek this desperate moment of human connection. The weekly ritual I've relied on to make it through so many weeks past is gone. Somehow, with you, I'd always felt just as alone as I didn't think I was. Now that you're gone, I'm free.

Now that you're gone, I know I'll never have to settle for being alone.

We Two

We two,
We run at different speeds.

We thought
We were not alone.

We two,
We were never there.

You were always here,
And I...

We two,
We never found that place.

We never were so bright,
We never were so golden.

We two.

I was.

You weren't.

The Sarah Malik Revival

Note: Just a little something I'm working on, in honour of being newly unburdened.

I'm back, bitches. I know you missed me.

The world has lifted its grey gauze from my eyes. Colours are brighter, they move, they have life. Lines and water move through my mind. Images like images, shot on a film reel. The feeling, the passion, my fingers, they wander.

The world has me shaken, it's loosened, it's cotton, and now I am filled with the sound. The music, it fills me. It comes up to my brain, it crests at my crown. It comes down through my throat and into my heart. It makes my eyes swell, so they live, so they cry.

I can breathe. I remember. I smell the sweet air. I taste the sweet salt and I breathe til I'm bare.

I am released. Thank God, I am relieved. I was in prison. I was imprisoned, and I had commit no crime.

I have freedom. I have love, and am free.